<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507</id><updated>2024-08-30T09:22:35.359-07:00</updated><category term="Book"/><category term="Be Nice or Else"/><category term="Film"/><category term="Inspirational Children&#39;s Book"/><category term="be human"/><category term="help"/><category term="pain"/><category term="Anti bullying"/><category term="Faith"/><category term="Inspire"/><category term="Path of Will"/><category term="book signing"/><category term="bullying"/><category term="effort"/><category term="empower kids"/><category term="humanity"/><category 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day"/><category term="goals"/><category term="handprints at Chines Theatre"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="harsh times"/><category term="have a heart"/><category term="here to stay"/><category term="hollering"/><category term="honesty"/><category term="hope"/><category term="hot chocolate"/><category term="human rights"/><category term="humorous dialect"/><category term="hurt"/><category term="hurtful actions"/><category term="hurting"/><category term="inhumane treatment"/><category term="insomnia"/><category term="invitation"/><category term="jewelry"/><category term="journey"/><category term="joy"/><category term="kiddos"/><category term="kids argument"/><category term="legacy"/><category term="legendary"/><category term="lice removal"/><category term="little injured girl"/><category term="love and light"/><category term="love for others"/><category term="love yourself"/><category term="make a difference"/><category term="make an impact"/><category term="making right choices"/><category term="mal ojo"/><category term="malocchio"/><category term="mastermind"/><category term="nurture yourself"/><category term="obfuscation"/><category term="peacemaker"/><category term="perfume"/><category term="perseverance"/><category term="persevere"/><category term="piece of chocolate"/><category term="polite"/><category term="power"/><category term="pressure"/><category term="prevail"/><category term="problem"/><category term="question"/><category term="questions"/><category term="ran over little girl"/><category term="read"/><category term="reading"/><category term="rejection"/><category term="respect"/><category term="responsibility"/><category term="revenge"/><category term="scare"/><category term="security"/><category term="self reliance"/><category term="shoe"/><category term="sorrow"/><category term="spirituality"/><category term="stability"/><category term="stars and stripes"/><category term="story"/><category term="subliminal bullying"/><category term="succeed"/><category term="terror"/><category term="topic"/><category term="transpire"/><category term="treatment of others"/><category term="victim"/><category term="wealth"/><category term="what matters most"/><category term="white chocolate"/><category term="working hard"/><category term="writers block"/><title type='text'>Inspirational Children&#39;s Book</title><subtitle type='html'>&quot;Tire gunk&quot; needs to disappear from tires, so George can play. The more subliminal message lies in each of our beings. We need our inner &quot;gunk&quot;, the one in our core to disappear. Although George is fictional, he needs to play out in all of us. Children of today need inspirational literature to entice and preserve the respect and values, of our previous society.  With my upcoming book, I intend to have a contagious effect on my readers. My goal is to restore yesterday&#39;s values and respect.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-6300498633843479542</id><published>2015-09-20T21:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-20T21:15:45.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something&#39;s Always Wrong</title><content type='html'>Another day.
#Hopeless 
Again, it seems we meet at the spaces that invade our minds, our hearts,
And don&#39;t let us pursue true happiness. We push out the rewarding goals,
And allow negativity to infiltrate our beings.
In between the spaces, nook and crannies of our complicated selves,
There must be a place where we seek to find inner strength and peace.
Sure, life is complicated, however, placid normalcy can be oh so rewarding.
An interesting article in a magazine called, WebMD, comes to mind.
I&#39;ve always reveled and admired Chelsea Handler&#39;s perspective on life.
In this particular article of #sustenance and #Mentalclarity, she speaks of
The reward of laughter as therapy. I personally don&#39;t utilize laughter in
My thoughts as therapy, however, I love her for some reason, right?
She is a comedian, right? Absolutely, I love her philosophy on laughter and
Acceptance and shame and, and...there is so much truth behind her; she&#39;s amazing!
&quot;Brokering in honesty, it seems, is Handler&#39;s business.&quot; 
We all can teeter on being negatively affected and influenced, but for once, 
May I share some therapy? A good way to shed the &quot;gunk&quot; from one&#39;s life is 
#Laughter. &quot;The World According To Chelsea.&quot; Is through laughter.
Hahaha, I laugh my blues away... Be well.
Clear our minds, body, hearts through laughter. Thank you Ms.
#ChelseaHandler </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6300498633843479542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2015/09/somethings-always-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/6300498633843479542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/6300498633843479542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2015/09/somethings-always-wrong.html' title='Something&#39;s Always Wrong'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-4416024618305648868</id><published>2014-09-24T12:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-24T12:27:53.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake It Off</title><content type='html'>Calling all, &quot;Super leaders, Super Cheer leaders!&quot;
Pum pum pum, the horns blow.
Ok, blow it off.
Shake it off.
Dust it off, but do something 
Productive about moving on from
The shackles placed by others.
We&#39;ve thought about it for too long.
We&#39;ve allowed it for too long.
Act on your inner, &quot;I&#39;m going to show you!&quot;
Where&#39;s your Kryptonite?
Where&#39;s your security?
Mine is in my writing.
I&#39;m going in long and wide...and far!
I&#39;ve been told, &quot;no.&quot;
I am also the one they&#39;ve called, 
&quot;Nazia.&quot;
It wasn&#39;t a choice.
It was a conviction statement.
It was me being condemned to (make me) stay down.
I was never favored. 
I wasn&#39;t a &#39;Daddy&#39;s girl.&#39;
My heart witnessed my being torn down.
My heart was scratched raw.
The energy.
The anger.
I&#39;ve lived under for too long.
Now, two behemoths will face eachother:
Evil vs Me.
Be it unintentional evil, yet nothing was done 
To change it.
Therefore, I believe it was intentional.
On my agenda today, 
On my table today
Research, read, write.
How productive do I want to be to achieve greatness.
Measure it on what I accomplished yesterday.
The day before.
The day before that.
No? 
Well then, C&#39;mon-I suggest I get going!
Hahaha
What am I waiting for, &quot;Superman?&quot;
Ya, joke.
I am the only &quot;Superman&quot; or Superwoman for that matter!&quot;

What&#39;s your Kryptonite?
Use it fiercely and wisely!
Be well
Oh, and it&#39;s ok to break down the walls of 
Power and struggle placed on you.
You shall no longer allow it.
Case of Disappearing Tire Gunk from hearts.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4416024618305648868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/09/shake-it-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/4416024618305648868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/4416024618305648868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/09/shake-it-off.html' title='Shake It Off'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-1054213972381095749</id><published>2014-09-06T17:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-06T17:45:43.234-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aggressor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bullying"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="damaging words"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hurtful actions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kiddos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love and light"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New School Year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="persevere"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="subliminal bullying"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="victim"/><title type='text'>The New School Year</title><content type='html'>The new school year is before us and just about getting comfortable into it&#39;s routine.
Sadly, with the comforts of a new year, the kiddos begin to do so as well.
With this said, it is imperative that they be guided to what&#39;s wrong and right behavior.
Bullying is so subliminal at times that the kids don&#39;t even see it as bullying.
They take it upon themselves to comment about one&#39;s clothing of choice, without realizing
there are damaging repercussions to what was said.
It&#39;s harmful to the student who is doing the bullying, as this is building into his character.
It&#39;s detrimental to the child on the receiving end, as this too is building his character.
Most often than not, we are a product of our environment, thus we are shaped by our experiences.
With careful and wise guidance, we can change the otherwise devastating outcome of the agressor 
and the victim.
I&#39;m a firm believer in this tactic and it is my wish and desperate plea for kiddos of all ages to
learn to coexist and believe in oneself to persevere through these perilous times. 
May, &#39;The new school year&#39; shine brighter than ever before because of the conscious decision to
brighten one another with our words and actions.
Love and Light to all...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1054213972381095749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/09/the-new-school-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/1054213972381095749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/1054213972381095749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/09/the-new-school-year.html' title='The New School Year'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-5758511885928989412</id><published>2014-08-31T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-08-31T00:12:47.275-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cantinflas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cantinflas IS"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Charlie Chaplin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedic legacy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="handprints at Chines Theatre"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="here to stay"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humorous dialect"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="legend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="legendary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mastermind"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mexican"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mexican legend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><title type='text'>Cantinflas in California </title><content type='html'>&quot;Cantinflas&quot; is here, in California!
Pandemonium!
&quot;Pal de monio!&quot; Diria el!
What is it about &quot;Cantinflas,&quot; now, even a movie!
Cantinflas IS a Mexican legend.
Cantinflas IS legendary to all.
He was so clever, even acclaimed by Charlie Chaplin!
He was and forever will be an, &quot;IS.&quot;  
Since 1960, he&#39;s had his handprints at the planet wide known Chinese Theatre.
His speech was not slender. 
It carried demonstrative weight, much
more than can be said of his slender physique, and
far too slender mustache of sorts!
His speech was his own mastermind.
A humorous dialect of sorts, that no other comedian had,
nor could be reproduced.
It&#39;s been hailed as an excellent film, and everyone should watch it!
Should you?
Why would you?
Why would you when you weren&#39;t born when he was &quot;Cantinflas!&quot;
He entertained our parents.
He entertained our grandparents.
Because simply said, He was the mastermind of Mexican silliness. 
Why wouldn&#39;t you?
Why shouldn&#39;t you?
Because when you were born, he had already left his comedic legacy intact,
for future generations to enjoy. 
Cantinflas IS legendary.
Cantinflas IS here to stay.
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5758511885928989412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/08/cantinflas-in-california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/5758511885928989412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/5758511885928989412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/08/cantinflas-in-california.html' title='Cantinflas in California '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-5411720571748128316</id><published>2014-08-11T02:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-08-11T02:25:19.496-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anti bullying"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children&#39;s novel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="discipline"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotional"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational Children&#39;s Book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="invitation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="read"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="responsibility"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story"/><title type='text'>Getting all choked up when reading</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s seldom that I read a book.  
It&#39;s seldom that I read a book that inspires and transpires me.
It&#39;s seldom that I read a book that inspires and transpires me, to emote so much 
that tears billow in my eyes. 
I am a sensitive being.  
I am sensitive to many things.  
Among the &quot;many things,&quot;  are human existence. 
What compassion and empathy we have with one another; towards one another.
I get all choked up when reading my book.  
In my up and coming, little world of &quot;make belief&quot;, it is my hope to thoroughly capture this
same raw emotion, that ties my throat up into a wad. 
As I type away at squares with letters, that these &#39;words&#39; evoke the same emotion upon you reading,
than it did when I was typing away at this scene.
It is so gratifying to set this description up, and visualize it.
And feel it.
It is even more so gratifying, to soon have your eyes billow up, as mine did tonite, typing that
once sorrowful scene. 
If it is allowed, I invite you all, to come along this journey of joy, faith, responsibility, and discipline.
Doesn&#39;t this sound like what our &quot;real world&quot; should be like?
It is my intention to set this &quot;make belief&quot; world, into a movement of joy, faith, responsibility, and discipline. 
Be well... </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5411720571748128316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/08/getting-all-choked-up-when-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/5411720571748128316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/5411720571748128316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/08/getting-all-choked-up-when-reading.html' title='Getting all choked up when reading'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-8991454631585692402</id><published>2014-03-05T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-05T01:57:42.803-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anti bullying"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commitment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="have a heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="help"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humanity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="make a difference"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="make an impact"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring Cleaning"/><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning Self Help</title><content type='html'>Wishing to change.
Washing to change.

A little Spring Cleaning self help.

These two are my desires these days.  
I revel in the opportunities that I am presented with.
I am, &#39;wishing to change,&#39; as well as &#39;washing to change.&#39;  
In this case, I am using them interchangeably.  
With Spring around the corner, what better opportunity than now!  
Forget for one day, the Oscar&#39;s.  Forget my talk about The Wizard of Oz,
as I&#39;m forgetting to have a huge follow up, after all of the renditions played out! 
&quot;Wishing to change.&quot;  
What am I hoping to change?  
OMG.  My heart and human side wishes to change just a few.
However, my selfish and human side, say, too many to mention!
Priorities:  Heart and humanity.  Usually they supercede all of my existence.
Usually.
-Bullying
-Homeless
-Jobless/Poverty
-Animal cruelty
-Illiteracy
-Ignorance
Those are my keypoints. 

So, with my &quot;Washing to change,&quot;  this is where I&#39;ll be able to make a difference.
As I wash my clothes.  As I wash my face.  As I wash my hands.
All of these epitomize the &#39;washing to change&#39; factor.
They all are a sign of renewal.
Spring is a sign of renewal.
After being &#39;dormant,&#39; or &quot;wishing to change,&quot; comes, &#39;renewal,&#39; or &quot;washing to change.&quot;

I&#39;ll be able to make a difference in the way it impacts me.
I&#39;ll have the means to do something substantial about it, and not have my life depend
on it, as it has up to this point.  
Many of us want to save the human race, however, the
selfish ego in us takes over.  My selfish human side wants to save my human heart side.
The human race will be saved...I will try to make a difference.
 
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The skies are blue. 
The people on the streets cheer.
No more darkness. No more sorrow. 
No more uproar.
Alas! It&#39;s a new era. 
The tears of blood, are now tears of joy!
Elation fills the streets.
&quot;Imagine all the people.&quot;
-&quot;Living life in peace.&quot;
-&quot;No countries.&quot;
-&quot;A brotherhood of man.&quot;
-&quot;Sharing all the world.&quot;
-&quot;I hope someday you&#39;ll join us.&quot;
-&quot;And the world will live as one.&quot;
Back in 1971, this 3:03 poignant song, 
&quot;Imagine,&quot; by John Lennon, took control 
of our world.
Alas! It needs to be a different era.
This same poignant song, 
Needs to take control of our planet!
This song must prevail, for the lives
Of the Venezuelan&#39;s.
We are a, &quot;Brotherhood of Man.&quot;
We need to live, &quot;Life in Peace.&quot;
&quot;I hope someday you&#39;ll join us.&quot;
The &#39;Someday,&quot; is NOW.
The world will live as one.
Venezuela freed is possible.
Imagine.
The skies are blue. 
The people on the streets cheer.
No more darkness. No more sorrow. 
No more uproar.
Venezuela Freed!



</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5110406518632124924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/02/venezuela-freed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/5110406518632124924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/5110406518632124924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/02/venezuela-freed.html' title='Venezuela Freed!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-6845877184361052860</id><published>2014-02-14T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-14T14:09:28.147-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="&quot;apple fall from the tree.&quot;"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1939"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dorothy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empowerment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational Children&#39;s Book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Judy Garland"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="legacy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="legend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Liza Minnelli"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mother"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Over The Rainbow"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pressure"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Wizard of Oz"/><title type='text'>Judy Garland in The Wizard Of Oz</title><content type='html'>Lately, well, &quot;lately&quot; is a relative term referring to the last couple of years or so.  
In reflecting about the &quot;Dorothy&quot; character, the psychology behind her.
In reflecting about the &quot;Wizard of Oz&quot; and it&#39;s various elements.
How this, &quot;Judy Garland&#39;s&quot; weakness, became so powerful.
What a children&#39;s tale this became to be!
The story adapted from the work of L. Frank Baum, about a Kansas girl and her
journey over the rainbow.
This past September 2013, Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz was seen in 3D!
As if the Wizard of Oz weren&#39;t the super coolest anyhow, they come in and remake
it in 3D!
The premiere was held at the Grauman&#39;s Chinese Theatre in Hollywood, Ca.
They had nice quality, bedazzled t-shirts made for this historical occasion.
I&#39;m sure Dorothy&#39;s spirit was lingering around!
She probably can&#39;t believe all of the &#39;hoopla,&#39; surrounding this film.
Especially since in 1939, she visited during the premiere of, &quot;Babes in Arms.&quot; 
Her turnout afforded her the good fortune of having her handprints and shoes 
forever on display.  She sat her precious hands and shoes in the &quot;square of glory.&quot;
Forever to be appreciated. 

Forever appreciated, never forgotten.
The legacy she left behind.
The children she left behind:
Liza Minnelli, Lorna Luft, Joe Luft.
Ya, I know, I didn&#39;t know she was Liza Minnelli&#39;s mom either!
Did the &quot;apple fall far from the tree?&quot; 
Do her children rake their own fame?
Do her children live off of being, &quot;The son and daughter of...&quot;
Have they committed their lives to being a legend of their own?

I can only imagine the tremendous pain and rampant pressure they carried, without
&quot;wanting.&quot;  
It is my hope that my children have a fruitful, fullfilled life of their OWN,
based on their OWN achievements.
That they learn the main ingredients in a successful run here in life, so that
they may be relinquished of the pain and rampant pressures of, 
&quot;the apple falling far from the tree.&quot;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6845877184361052860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/02/judy-garland-in-wizard-of-oz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/6845877184361052860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/6845877184361052860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/02/judy-garland-in-wizard-of-oz.html' title='Judy Garland in The Wizard Of Oz'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-1979663382963249802</id><published>2014-02-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-02-09T21:52:46.448-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beverage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="champurrado"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chocolate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clothing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cold chocolate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flavor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flower"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Godiva Chocolate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot chocolate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jewelry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mexican hot chocolate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perfume"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="piece of chocolate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="See&#39;s Chocolate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shoe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="topic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="white chocolate"/><title type='text'>Mexican hot chocolate</title><content type='html'>What flavor is your favorite flavor?

Hmm, that can mean a variety of things...to me!

I have a flavor for tasty
Olive Garden
I have a flavor for salty
Salted Almonds
I have a flavor for hasty
Volunteering
I have a flavor for naughty
Sneeking chocolate
&quot;&quot;, &quot;&quot;, &quot;&quot; &quot;&quot;, &quot;&quot; &quot;&quot;, spicy
Chili Oil
I have a clothing flavor
Sophisticated, yet feminine
I have a makeup flavor
Classic
I have a shoe flavor
Todd&#39;s
I have a jewelry flavor
Tacori
I have a flower flavor
Hydrangea

Mmm, I have a perfume flavor
J&#39;adore


This what&#39;s a topic that I was entralled with today.

But, for now, it means, &quot;chocolate!&quot;

Could it be hot chocolate?
Could it be cold chocolate?
Could it be a piece of chocolate?
Could it be white chocolate?
Could it be a Godiva Chocolate?
Could it be a See&#39;s Chocolate?

For now, it&#39;s Mexican Hot Chocolate, called, Champurrado

Hmm, that can mean a variety of things...to you!

What is your favorite flavor?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1979663382963249802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/02/mexican-hot-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/1979663382963249802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/1979663382963249802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2014/02/mexican-hot-chocolate.html' title='Mexican hot chocolate'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-6433607160195049627</id><published>2013-12-07T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-07T00:14:38.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming Obstacles</title><content type='html'>Do you ponder about how to overcome an obstacle?
Um, I certainly don&#39;t think so!
I actually panic!
People&#39;s lives are complicated by so 
Much &#39;over commitment&#39;, which the end result
Could be chaos! 
For me it&#39;s not an over commitment, rather
The simple effort of daily living.
Priorities take priority.
Okay, that&#39;s simple-they&#39;re ALL priority 
Or I wouldn&#39;t be &#39;spasaming&#39; out!
When I have 3 or realistically, 5-7
#1&#39;s on my &#39;To Do List,&#39; they&#39;re all screaming
For priority status and &#39;should&#39;ve been done since
Yesterday!&#39;
You know, &#39;Should-a, Could-a,Didn&#39;t!&#39;
I&#39;m not a procrastinator.
I just micromanage everything.
Being a procrastinator, at least you&#39;re &#39;labeled&#39;
And you can get away with it-temporarily!
However, when you micro-manage, the label
Is unfavorable. 
However, it has no options but to work.
So, how do you overcome obstacles?
What tidbits do you place in order to attain your
Overall goal?
In the meantime, my dryer is buzzing, my dog&#39;s
Want out, 
My ears are buzzing and I want out!
Be well...
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6433607160195049627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/12/overcoming-obstacles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/6433607160195049627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/6433607160195049627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/12/overcoming-obstacles.html' title='Overcoming Obstacles'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-4038743544939665629</id><published>2013-11-30T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-30T13:47:36.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility</title><content type='html'>Miss Universo-no SERE
Pero dentro de mi Universo-SOY.

Miss Universe-I may NOT BE
Within my Universe-I AM.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4038743544939665629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/11/humility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/4038743544939665629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/4038743544939665629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/11/humility.html' title='Humility'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-1693692471269804780</id><published>2013-11-30T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-30T11:37:23.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Purpose</title><content type='html'>What is your purpose?

To make people happy.

Status: Unsuccessful

Although I try, I know I will still be unsuccessful.

So, I ask:
 What is your purpose?
 What are you doing to attain it?
 How can you attain it?
 How does or will this impact your life?

All of these Q&amp;A&#39;s impact mine.
Thus, my attempt at making people happy
and writing, &quot;Case of Disappearing Tire Gunk.&quot;
 

 </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1693692471269804780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/11/life-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/1693692471269804780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/1693692471269804780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/11/life-purpose.html' title='Life Purpose'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-8801101940202581144</id><published>2013-10-21T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-21T05:15:16.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: How many breaths you take</title><content type='html'>&quot;The mystery behind the dates of how many breaths you take. It ain&#39;t promised, it ain&#39;t forgiven, all the time you have been given. So take the time to show your love, and appreciate it greatly from above. Down here on Earth, is what we are living, but don&#39;t sweat it too long, for soon we&#39;ll be leaving. Take every breath of this circus and show it had a true purpose. For tomorrow who knows, it just very well may be our last chorus,  and regardless, you wouldn&#39;t want to be thought of as worthless. No, you don&#39;t want to be thought of as pompous, nor tireless, just given the respect of what you truly encompassed.&quot;Nadia Huckeba
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8801101940202581144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/poem-how-many-breaths-you-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/8801101940202581144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/8801101940202581144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/poem-how-many-breaths-you-take.html' title='Poem: How many breaths you take'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-3054073869186565845</id><published>2013-10-16T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-16T23:21:32.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>Heartbroken and saddened yet the show must go on.
So, aside from being heartbroken, I lost my soul 
Tonite as well. Literally! I was walking around
high school campus-ya, lost my soul! I can&#39;t
Believe it&#39;s HIGH SCHOOL!) with my family and 
My nice $700 Hogan Boots, the whole rubber soul 
Just fell off! Uhh! So, bend down, look around,
and pick it up!
I squeamishly look to my left, then to my right.
Anyone looking? 
Bend down really fast and rescue it!
Good thing I used my large Satchel Marc Jacobs
Purse tonite! Had I used my usual, smaller 
&#39;DB&#39; or Santana purse, I would&#39;ve been needing to
Carry it like an Iphone--in my hand!
I had stepped wrong getting out of the car, and
So yes, the rubber had become unglued, but 
I certainly didn&#39;t think it would embarrass 
Me @my Alma Mater! It didn&#39;t matter how
Stylish I tried to look&amp;how many compliments
I got on them tonite--they obviously didn&#39;t 
Notice the $700 pair of shoes, lose
Their souls too! I had lost my soul, as did my beloved
Hogan boots-boo hoo! Hey, at least we were 
together and I still have it&#39;s soul! My soul has fallen
And I&#39;m trying to &#39;re-glue&#39; it back!
My Hogan&#39;s have no soul!
Literally!
Where can I get them repaired?
Be well out there...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3054073869186565845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/heartbroken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/3054073869186565845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/3054073869186565845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-6987011416428945508</id><published>2013-10-13T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-13T12:44:21.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and Chicken</title><content type='html'>A weird though came to me last night-or
Shall I say, &#39;early morning!&#39;

There are so many similarities in nature.
Women are oftentimes unfairly compared to 
A whole slew of animals/ objects.
However, this time, I don&#39;t know how or why, 

&quot;Women are like Chicken.&quot;

What?
Yes, &quot;Women are like Chicken!&quot;

We squawk. (Go get the clothes out of the dryer!)

Our feathers get ruffled.(Why did you put my dry clean
                          Only&#39; shirt in the dryer!?)

We make eggs.(Do you want your eggs scrambled, over easy..?)

We lay eggs.(Yay, I got my period this month!)

The best parts are the breast.(&quot;I like breasts,&quot; he says!)
The best parts are the thighs.(She has great curves/thighs!) 
The best parts are the legs.(She has beautiful legs!)

We&#39;re bright eyed and bushy tailed.(Golly, It&#39;s a fashion show and we&#39;re just dropping
                                   off our kids at school!)
We fly the coop.(oh yes we do! Either to get away...or to get with!)

We run like a chicken with our heads cut off!(I&#39;ve got to go to dry cleaners, pick up something for kids bake sale 
                                              Tomorrow, I&#39;ve got to go to post office, go watch Tyler&#39;s baseball game
                                              Shit, first I need gas! But, I need to get some money from ATM-cuz 
                                              YOU KNOW you&#39;re not supposed to use your ATM at gas stations!
                                              Aaahh-do all of this in time to pick up the kids from school and make
                                              It to Tyler&#39;s baseball game! &quot;But, ah, I&#39;m ok!&quot;

And then, some of us ARE chicken!
Nadia Huckeba
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6987011416428945508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/women-and-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/6987011416428945508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/6987011416428945508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/women-and-chicken.html' title='Women and Chicken'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-5301118897606036354</id><published>2013-10-13T12:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-13T12:14:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd grade Kids homework</title><content type='html'>So, what am I supposed to do with an over zealous 
Child, who&#39;s eager to learn, yet &#39;doesn&#39;t&#39; read...yet?
It&#39;s a tire some task to read through all of the 
Assignments my 2nd grader is required to complete.
It&#39;s beyond grueling!
Hours after hours, days after days and now, 
Week after week, it&#39;s grueling.
From the work book pages, to the print outs, to the 
Assigned reading, to the silent reading book,
To the writing assignments, to the lesson&#39;s learned/
Achieved. Oh wait, but that&#39;s not all! 
There&#39;s still like 5 websites that have to be met!
Remember, my lil 7 year old doesn&#39;t read!
It&#39;s disheartening that her mind just blocks
It out! She has no desire to fulfill her reading 
Level. Her world is &#39;learning&#39; but OTHER things!
She&#39;s the creative learner. 
She wants to perform and dance and sing and act and play make believe.
Conveying to her that she must meet her obligations
Is irrelevant. 
Not to me, but to her!
No amount of threatening and punishment has changed
The situation for the better!
She cries and get&#39;s frustrated.
She groans and moans.
Then I groan and moan!

Aaahhh! I wanna pull my hair out!

Phew, then it&#39;s done!she finished her last sheet
On Reading Comprehension!

So, I&#39;m done with this week and yet another series
Is before us...
Moaning and Groaning I finish...
Be well</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5301118897606036354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/2nd-grade-kids-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/5301118897606036354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/5301118897606036354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/2nd-grade-kids-homework.html' title='2nd grade Kids homework'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-8542697578404368337</id><published>2013-10-13T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-13T01:58:02.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniacs</title><content type='html'>
Because it is just before 2 am, 

I ask myself, &quot;what does being human mean?&quot;
Well, because we are human, as a species, it does 
mean Different things to &#39;different people&#39;-those 
who are &quot;Droids.&quot; 
I&#39;ve had my fair share of them.
It&#39;s &#39;fun&#39; to be an insomniac!
So much deeper thinking sets in before sleep ever can!
Do you have such &#39;deep thoughts&#39; with yourself?
At least we care to delve into deeper topics.
Don&#39;t even get me started, &quot;if god/God exists!&quot;
So, instead of that, I lighten my own load with
Human existence.
We all want to progress, some more than others, and
Some have their own creative ways in which they believe
They will attain it.
I on the other hand, believe in &quot;tire gunk&quot; or elbow grease.&quot;
So, motto to self: &quot;it&#39;s ok to use elbow grease.&quot;
I actually need, &quot;elbow lard!&quot; 
So, as I finish my 2nd draft on my play...only 500
More to go!
And, because I am 15% human, I think I&#39;ll go to bed now.
But, Because I am a &#39;writer&#39;, bed and sleep are antonyms.
As are human and droids.
Sleep is welcomed, yet will come in due time.
Just don&#39;t know &#39;when.&#39;
Do you sleep?
I do, when I&#39;m not writing.
Which is, Never!
Sweet Dreams to all, Insomniacs.
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8542697578404368337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/insomniacs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/8542697578404368337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/8542697578404368337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2013/10/insomniacs.html' title='Insomniacs'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-9138209083496655812</id><published>2011-11-15T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:40:27.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien nation?</title><content type='html'>So, this really didn&#39;t happen, BUT our nations &#39;ARE PREPARED&#39;, so don&#39;t fear&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alien nation?  No, I&#39;m not referring to our Nation with &#39;illegal alien insinuations&#39;, rather literal Space Aliens. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How to fight an &#39;A-symmetric war?&#39;  &lt;br /&gt;
Hmm, and I&#39;m not particularly fond of speaking of unknown things beyond my intelligence.  &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m dealing with my own &#39;A-symmetrical war&#39;, as my hubby is watching National Geographic channel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did you know there was an &#39;International office of Protocol&#39; for contact with aliens?  Well, neither did I! UN committee.&lt;br /&gt;
Supposedly our government is monitoring them.&lt;br /&gt;
5000 miles above the Earth, this is being monitored.  &lt;br /&gt;
Communication happenes in a sequence of prime numbers-communication via a universal language.&lt;br /&gt;
So, are you weak minded? Do you believe in any of the above that I shared with you? Well, not that your weak minded or not, this is all that was shared via National Geographic, as a &#39;hypothetical/possibility of an Alien attack on our nation.  &lt;br /&gt;
Interesting, huh?&lt;br /&gt;
Remember, this is all hypothetical...&lt;br /&gt;
Continue to Be human and help one another out...&lt;br /&gt;
Be well</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9138209083496655812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/alien-nation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/9138209083496655812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/9138209083496655812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/alien-nation.html' title='Alien nation?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-8056565492098772816</id><published>2011-11-12T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:14:36.160-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Antonio Banderas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chinese Mann&#39;s Theatre"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experience"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun filled day"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lice removal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pedro Almodovar"/><title type='text'>Another fun filled day</title><content type='html'>As I lie here &#39;resting&#39;, I&#39;m taken back to another fun filled day in our household.  &lt;br /&gt;
Another day of spontaneous &#39;fun&#39; (adventure in other households) in our household, yay!&lt;br /&gt;
So, last Monday, the 7th of November was an event I had much anticipated on attending. &lt;br /&gt;
This event is special for my mother, and so it was my birthday present to her.&lt;br /&gt;
It was a night of being with Pedro Almodovar and Antonio Banderas, at the Mann&#39;s Chinese Theatre, in celebrating with him his screening of one of his films, starring Antonio Banderas from 1987, I believe. &lt;br /&gt;
So, as many of my days go,I prepare ahead for my children to stay content and so, I go through a series of things to do such.  &lt;br /&gt;
Wrapping up, just before we are to depart, I see my elder daughter scratching away at her scalp.  This weather is ruthless to the scalp! Dry scalp=itchy head, right?  Ya, so I thought!  It&#39;s lice!  ICK! Disgusting! Gross! Totally normal.  That&#39;s it you may say to my disgust!  So, my moral is brought down to reality, as I&#39;m panicked about time, traffic and what about rain+making it in time to pick up my mother, before heading to LA, UHH!&lt;br /&gt;
Ya, another fun filled day, huh! Running through a slew of fast typed, mispelt info online and the info still came through!  I grab my keys and head to the local pharmacy, at like 30 mins to spare before I&#39;m due to head out!&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m &#39;dressed&#39; ya, but running around with slippers(I forgot I was wearing them, til I&#39;m standing in line and happened to look down!) &lt;br /&gt;
So, as I stand in line with like an arsenal of &#39;anti whatever&#39;s&#39;, a granny looks at me, &#39;Lice, huh?&#39; Go put that poison back. Grab a narrow tooth comb and wrap the head with dish soap, then apply mayo, leave a plastic bag on overnight, end of lice...This time! My kids, each of the 10 had to go through this many times over, until I shaved the boys&#39; head.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
She began to share with me her tale, with such detail I could include it into a step by step recipe.  I&#39;m outta breath, thanking her, run back home and begin the process.  My daughter rides with us to LA, bag on her hair. &lt;br /&gt;
Aroma of dish soap and mayo...what a yummy combination!&lt;br /&gt;
And another yummy combination:  Almodovar+Banderas!  &lt;br /&gt;
What a thrill I lived that day.  &lt;br /&gt;
Another fun filled day in my life!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the way, round 2 of &#39;another fun filled day&#39; includes what happened with Antonio at the Chinese Theatre!  &lt;br /&gt;
Oh, what a fun filled day it was indeed!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8056565492098772816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-fun-filled-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/8056565492098772816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/8056565492098772816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-fun-filled-day.html' title='Another fun filled day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-639772071523441336</id><published>2011-11-11T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:42:49.478-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I&#39;m tired"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insomnia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nadia Huckeba"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Path of Will"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working hard"/><title type='text'>I&#39;m tired</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m tired.&lt;br /&gt;
No, really I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am the only one awake in our home.  Nice, cozy, warm--are they, while I sit and freeze finalizing this!  Even my 3 dogs are sleeping in our room, aside from 3 human bodies! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another night of seeing the clock strike 8:29 am, I can&#39;t.  So, I just saw it strike 12:40 am and I am pooped out.  Gathering stuff for the film, Path of Will, working on the book and various other extra curriculars, has me wiped for the night.  So, I hope this finds you all well and in good spirits, as I am not, because I am tired!&lt;br /&gt;
Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
Be Human&lt;br /&gt;
Be well</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/639772071523441336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/639772071523441336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/639772071523441336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-tired.html' title='I&#39;m tired'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-3713400413022811234</id><published>2011-11-11T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:36:35.265-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="completion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="George"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational Children&#39;s Book"/><title type='text'>Book is near completion</title><content type='html'>Book is near completion.&lt;br /&gt;
Book is near completion.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3713400413022811234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-is-near-completion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/3713400413022811234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/3713400413022811234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-is-near-completion.html' title='Book is near completion'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-283456250746185540</id><published>2011-11-11T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:33:24.402-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="be good"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="be human"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Be Nice or Else"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="be well"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="being mean"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="educate yourself"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="empower kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human rights"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nurture yourself"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="revenge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self reliance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transpire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writers block"/><title type='text'>I wanna be mean!</title><content type='html'>I wanna be mean...(dot, dot, dot)but I can&#39;t!&lt;br /&gt;
Although I am treated unfairly, success is the sweetest revenge.&lt;br /&gt;
Moving along, I want to be nice!&lt;br /&gt;
So, how to inspire one who&#39;s seeking to be inspired?  &lt;br /&gt;
Ya, today is &#39;one of those writer&#39;s block days&#39; that so many speak of.&lt;br /&gt;
Writer&#39;s block because I don&#39;t know which topic to touch on!&lt;br /&gt;
Feast vs famine&lt;br /&gt;
animal abuse&lt;br /&gt;
workers rights&lt;br /&gt;
women&#39;s right&lt;br /&gt;
Anti bullying&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m a believer in &#39;human rights&#39; and all it entails.  &lt;br /&gt;
I work hard, as I presume we &#39;all&#39; do, therefore, we all are entitled to our own rights, right? WRONG&lt;br /&gt;
Your right to throw the first punch, ends where my nose begins.&lt;br /&gt;
A good place to start is a film titled, Path of Will, which speaks of one&#39;s own rights for a better tomorrow, inspite of what life deals us, we must go on.  &lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t believe in self pitty, and self loathing.  &lt;br /&gt;
As they say, life is what you make of it.  Ask me, I know!&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been delt a shitty hand, therefore, I know.&lt;br /&gt;
So, the work I do is to preserve &#39;humanity&#39; and allow for kids to be empowered and have self reliance to push forward. &lt;br /&gt;
Path of Will--Have you followed yours?  What are you doing to attain a goal?&lt;br /&gt;
Begin by not being a bully to others or yourself.  Educate yourself--work hard and smart.  Be good to yourself and others.  &lt;br /&gt;
Be human&lt;br /&gt;
Be well</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/283456250746185540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wanna-be-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/283456250746185540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/283456250746185540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wanna-be-mean.html' title='I wanna be mean!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-2956537573481398431</id><published>2011-11-06T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:31:28.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday events</title><content type='html'>Sunday events--start with a message:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t be &#39;Cold as ice&#39;, cuz your not, you&#39;re human!  &lt;br /&gt;
Why human nature consists of vacant actions, up until it&#39;s convenient? &lt;br /&gt;
When one&#39;s successful, when one dies, THEN they step up.  &lt;br /&gt;
But, in the meantime, &#39;where were you?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s a hard lesson to live by.   &lt;br /&gt;
I know.&lt;br /&gt;
What about the part where you know 2 people want one thing from the other, and you&#39;re in the middle to try and facilitate this &#39;transaction&#39; of sorts, and it still bites you in the ass!  I never learn!  I just wanna help, that&#39;s all.  &lt;br /&gt;
Vacant actions when one needs the help.  Vacant actions when one is in dire need, yet others choose not to see and instead, judge.&lt;br /&gt;
All what I do and have done is by means of a &#39;do it now&#39; action.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you live the same way?  What is the difference between those people and you?  Do we live &#39;free-er&#39;, a more happy prosperous filled life?  I hope&lt;br /&gt;
to believe so, but we&#39;ll see, in due time...&lt;br /&gt;
Happy Sunday events, ya&#39;ll... &lt;br /&gt;
Be HUMAN and Be nice to one another.  Life is too short.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2956537573481398431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/2956537573481398431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/2956537573481398431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-events.html' title='Sunday events'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-8766085886462959494</id><published>2011-11-05T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T02:21:21.227-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="&quot;Grass is greener on other side"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="achievement"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="be human"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career choices"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="effort"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="End of World"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="free will"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kirsten Dunst"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="making right choices"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obfuscation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="power"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="success"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wealth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what matters most"/><title type='text'>What matters most</title><content type='html'>So what matters most, huh?  Well that answer is subjective, and at times,  controversial--ie business success vs taking time out to be with the kids.  &lt;br /&gt;
I know what matters for me and what I am striving for.&lt;br /&gt;
I am well aware of what it is going to take to get me there, and then, I worry some more! I have a belief system finely intuned within me about making choices.  &lt;br /&gt;
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We all have free will, thus our paths are shaped by such. It is up to us to change the way our paths are shaping out to be and manifesting.  &lt;br /&gt;
You can be the product of your environment in a productive way and have a magnificent outcome or you may become part of the environment and get wrapped in with the hardships that the environment has to offer.  &lt;br /&gt;
These scenarios can be changed.  &lt;br /&gt;
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It takes a choice and it&#39;s the choice you live with, until you find out what matters most to you. &lt;br /&gt;
Different times in our lives, offer different directions and desires, thus what matters most, may change as well.   &lt;br /&gt;
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Get back to what matters, huh?  Well, I&#39;d like to, but Thank Goodness, they&#39;re asleep!  What matters are my children, and yet, they matter so much, that I&#39;m having such a difficult time with finding the security we need--financial, emotional, stability, lifestyle, etc. &lt;br /&gt;
I do what I can to provide &#39;just that&#39;, for those that matter most and I have yet to say, I&#39;m nearing being &#39;over the hump, and secure.&#39;  &lt;br /&gt;
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I know it&#39;s not my business how others live vs the way I live, but one can&#39;t help but try and compare and contrast with one anothers&#39; lifestyle and why can Betty Jo make it and I can&#39;t--well, because they are the JONES&#39;or the Riveras!!!&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s on either side of the coin-better or better, than I that is!  &lt;br /&gt;
Yes, we are alive, but are we well?  Yes, we must live and be strong, even now that all this obfuscation about the &#39;End of the World&#39; is in daily living.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talk about opposite ends of the spectrum:  Kirsten Dunst, a top payed Hollywood actress vs Anton Yelchin, who&#39;s &#39;celebrity trailer&#39; was a Winnebago shared amongst makeup, hair, and crafty, due to their unheard of $250 Thousand dollar budget! &lt;br /&gt;
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There are flip sides to everything my friends.  Even amongst Hollywood!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, get back to what matters most-eh? LiVING and BE HUMAN.  Don&#39;t get caught up with superficial, counter productive behaviors and lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Be HUMAN</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8766085886462959494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-matters-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/8766085886462959494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/8766085886462959494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-matters-most.html' title='What matters most'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425533512724806507.post-2160654944406299994</id><published>2011-11-04T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:31:19.201-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alien"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arguing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bath time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hollering"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids argument"/><title type='text'>Bath time anyone?</title><content type='html'>So, it&#39;s late, but I proceed to tell my girls, &quot;Honey&#39;s, go get in the shower.&quot;, as I sit and focus on writing. I&#39;m not a&#39;pushover Mother&#39;, but I consider myself rational and not a control freak.   I speak lovingly to them, as my elder child makes the first move toward the bathroom.  &quot;Honey, get your pj&#39;s ready in the meantime that sissy is showering.&quot;  My younger daughter walks into the room where I sit and write. She walks in with purse in hand and a scarf around her waist, &quot;Is this how adult women wear their skirts, with a slit down the center?  This is how, huh?  She requests my attention.  I&#39;m just starting to brew, after a long, tedious 3 years worth of lack of adequate sleep.  I abruptly demand she remove the &#39;skirt&#39; and head for her bedroom for some comfy night time wear.  &quot;But, can&#39;t I just wear this?&quot;  She rebuttals back.  Water shuts off 10 mins. later.  &quot;Honey, did you get your comfy clothes, sissy is done now.&quot;  She heads to the bathroom, where elder child stands and requests she get out.  &quot;Mom, she doesn&#39;t want me to get in,&quot;  calls out the younger one.  I cringe as I overhear, &quot;Move out of the way, it&#39;s cold.&quot; screeching to the younger one.  The door slams shut. Two steps later, the younger one comes in crying.  &quot;Juan!&quot;  I holler.  &quot;Juan?&quot;  I holler again.  My younger one standing before me.  &quot;What?&quot; a reply from the bathroom.  The younger one stands, tears rolling down her face, as she replies to the elder one, &quot;Nothing, she&#39;s calling for daddy!&quot;  I sit in disbelief with all that is happening!  Finally, the younger one heads back to the bathroom and makes it in, for her &#39;shower.&#39;  As I sit, trying to focus and get back on track, I hear the bathtub run and water ebb and flow.  &quot;Mom, can she take a bubble bath?&quot;  &quot;Uh, no, can you shut off the water!&quot;  I scream at the top of my lungs-of course, no one hears, as I keep it all in.  &quot;Mom, can I?  I wanna play and...&quot;  &quot;No, shut off the water!&quot;  I demand.  Finally, I hear the voice that I had requested 10 minutes earlier!  &quot;What do you need?&quot;  He asks me.  I sit flustered and want to give him a tour of what I just experienced, but too late, he walks into the bathroom, shuts door behind and...water continues to ebb and flow!  &quot;Uhh!&quot;  Suddenly, he calls out for our elder daughter.  Whether she ignores or perhaps doesn&#39;t &#39;hear him&#39;--(wink wink),trust me, it&#39;s happened more than once! He shouts once again for her.  &quot;Ya?&quot;  Still no immediate response of her flying down the hall to hear why her name is being called!  &quot;Hey!&quot;  he requests for her again.  I roll my eyes in silence, trying to focus on writing.  Finally, I hear what I wanted to hear 5 mins prior!  I see her silhouette from the corner of my eye.  She opens the bathroom door to where her father greets her, and sis is enjoying her... bubble bath!   Should I have saved myself the trouble and wince of just giving in to tub time at midnight?  Ya, I think so!  From behind the ajar door, I can hear, elder daughter and father, exchanging what they each think should be done about a particular situation-bath tub water got too high and spilt over!  Yes, you know it! The skin on the back of my neck is in full electrocution mode--standing straight up!  With them three in the bathroom and I... I well, let&#39;s just say I&#39;m not focusing, rather just sitting back with pen in hand and thoughts are crisscrossing, like the veins that intersect about my hands.  Suddenly,  I hear a sigh walk out of the bathroom.  Daughter walks out, comes in my room, &quot;guess what mommy?&quot;  Following behind her is my husband, with a sigh and rolling of the eyes; what a stressful situation on my poor husband!  I hear cheering and singing and the echo of toys, hitting up against the bathtub.  Aah... I need a one in the morning bath! &lt;br /&gt;
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Does this exist in your home or only my alien home!  Tell me yours...&lt;br /&gt;
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Be well and prosper...&lt;br /&gt;
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BE HUMAN.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2160654944406299994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/bath-time-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/2160654944406299994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8425533512724806507/posts/default/2160654944406299994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caseofdisappearingtiregunk.blogspot.com/2011/11/bath-time-anyone.html' title='Bath time anyone?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>