Tall Gray Men

I was living in Singapore and doing all the things many Singapore wives do while their husbands go to work each day.
We sit and cater to our kids.
We get involved in many fund raisers for the school, Cub Scouts, drama .
It was during their first Christmas play Cinderella, that I decided to try painting a 10 x 20 prop so the kids would have a real back drop they could enjoy and the parents could later come up after the play and take pictures of.
It was a success and I got hooked into painting lol
But all this work cost me. I lost a baby because of it and then once I got pregnant again I said to myself I will take care of this one and stayed in bed and told the doctor make sure this baby is well taken care of. The baby comes first.
The woman doctor I had did her job well and watched me like hawk.

During this time my husband also got me a scooter. I enjoyed riding it to no end.
When my parents came to visit I took my Dad out in the rain and we had a great time.
I brought him home and he went to my Mom and said:

Gosh I had a ride of my life.
She drove well and we didn't slip once.
My Dad was very good with me when it came to toys with motors lol

But I had a great scooter and there was no way it would slip lol.

I used to take my son to school on it and he had a lot of fun.
This scooter meant a lot to me as after work my husband would come home and take his huge bike and together we'd go to the beach
or scoot up into Malaysia. It was great to ride into small areas for discovery reasons, easy to park and I used it to go to the hospital for my check ups. My husband at this point, drove along behind me to make sure I got there.lol
There are not many women riding scooters in Singapore so when I'd show up at the hospital the parking guards were always impressed with me. lol

They called me

the crazy guailo woman.
Then it came time to have the baby. The water broke but what came out was thick and greeny.
The doctor said the baby pooped and I had to go have an immediate C section.
She didn't give us time to think and I did not have time to even say goodbye to my husband or my boy, who was also very concerned that something bad was going to happen.
I went in at 11:30 pm and by 12:30 - 1 am, I had the baby.

They were wheeling me out and I was just awakening, to see 4 tall skinny men all dressed in gray robes, with long gray beards. They were debating between themselves. One said:
She isn't doing what she is supposed to and another came to my defense and said:
Give her another chance.
Then they noticed I was coming out of my sleep and disappeared. I was being transported to my room on a guerney and my husband was running beside it and all he said was:
He's beautiful.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
In my room I finally saw my beautiful baby boy but I was plagued by the disturbing vision I had.

They must have put something down my throat because I had a very sore throat and could not talk. I think they destroyed something because I had a very nice voice but now would never sing again.

Eventually I told my husband my vision and how upset I was because my fate was being determined and that I had a mission to do in life and did not know what it was .

If I knew, I would do it.I came close to losing my life and would never have seen this precious child I waited so long for, but since my husband and I had a deal we would have one every 15 years, he came on schedule lol.

My first boy was not very pleased because he did not really understand what this was all about and when he held his little brother for the first time, He called him a dork and told him that he better not touch his computer. His baby brother grabbed his nose and said agoo..lol and this is when he understood the baby was entirely empty headed and not going to be a problem.

He really became protective of the baby and made sure nothing happened to him.

When we left the hospital with little Nick, my husband drove up to the parking attendant to pay and he said smiling :

What, no more motorcycle?

We gaily said no and the first place we went to was the American Club where every one saw the white frilly basket bassinet I made and rushed over to see and welcome a brand new life.

My baby boy slept like an angel and I was a very happy Mama.

Singapore is a very contained society. People are polite hard working and the laws were strict so you never worried about crime. It was a very safe place to live and raise a family.

It was easy getting used to this and to raise a family drug free . It was a treat to have no need to explain why every where you went you required a chaperone.I liked it.

When we got back to Canada, we had the culture shock because here, every one swore, crime and corruption was everywhere as well as drugs and a lot of homelessness. New comers were turning our beautiful country into something ugly with all their terrorism problems. We had to keep our doors locked and for the first time in a long time, I was afraid.

We ourselves felt like we were becoming victims because the laws were not working like they used to. Criminals were prepared for the law because they were the ones breaking it. They knew how to work it so innocent people fell, one after another.How do you win a drug war if for example the judge believes in it.?

Then I thought to myself.......is this my mission?

Was I to begin fighting against all this to help people reflect because they did not understand what was expected of them? The people all played a role in life but there was no essence.

There was no God.

Up until now I had no reason to think about God or how much he needed help.

So I began to talk and write and tell people what he meant to me and how it is I knew that he existed and why he is important to each and every one of us.

Even if you are not a believer, he is still in you.

You might call it a dormant place inside your heart but he is still in there

separating you from what is wrong and what is right.

I began writing in papers and the papers put things in because the articles are different and prone to attacks. I was attacked, called many names and then a few people began to write saying

what I said made sense and the wrong people are being allowed to sway the public.

In a small way I began a debate between people.

People are afraid to voice their opinion. Parents are afraid to lose their children, their jobs etc.. Liberalism ran amok and the reins had to be pulled in.

Today what you see all around you, is life running amok.

Not everything is ok and people have to fight back because if they don't, the wrong guys will be running government and the world , at every ones' expense.

So today I sit with my blog hoping it will make a small difference.

I am not looking to be popular but hey........if God needs help,

it costs me nothing to lend him a hand.

I will speak for his cause where I can .

That's the least I can do at my age especially since he was so good to me.

But who were these tall gray men?

I have no idea.

Maybe death, maybe time, maybe people from the future.

I am still alive, so maybe , finally,

I am doing something I was born to do. lol

Have a good one.

:)

Where Does Time Go

This little boy was born in 79. He is all grown up with his own little girl and all I see is this little guy who used to ride beds across rooms as if they were horses or cars

A real gentleman, he used to emulate his Dad, shook hands with clients, read newspapers and demanded to have a brief case to take to school so he looked like a business man.

He collected cars and knew every one by heart.

He needed the whole collection of super men, star wars, etc...whatever was the in thing at that time and everything seemed to be 19.99 .

I compared this to my second son who only saw balls and his heart pitter pattered over which 99 cent ball he could have. I watched him and thought, you can have 19.99 worth son. lol

Sasha grew up loving to take things apart to see how they were made and it is no wonder he got into building and fixing computers today.

We got him a Nintendo in Canada and told him not to plug it in in Singapore because it needed to have a part to change the voltage on the machine. He agreed and early the next morning there was a huge explosion. My husband and I jumped out of bed and we both understood what happened.

He plugged it in.

We rushed down to find a very upset child but thankfully alive with all his fingers and his toes.
One day he went to school and met a girl with the name Sasha and stubbornly refused to be called that name again, so we had to resort to his real name Alex. This was a beginning when a baby changed to a youth with tons of things on his mind.

Alex was well travelled . But it was not easy for him cause we moved a lot and he had to make and lose friends every year. He was compensated by being kept busy doing other things. He learned Mandarin which he now forgot, studied Taek kwondo do, tennis, saxaphone, scuba diving, surf sailing, raised fish in tanks and made sure he had time to visit grama to pick beans from her garden. Then in Vancouver he took up horseback riding which he enjoyed a lot.

I remember one morning he ran into our room yelling Mommy Mommy! We have the same eyes. Look! Same white!. Apparently he wondered why we both had different eye colors and it bothered him till he found a solution to his query and after that, it didn't bother him anymore. lol
But the girls didn't care. He was Mr Bedroom eyes to them lol Bothe my boys were born with long eyelashes.

Time sure does fly . Grama and Grandpa are gone and so is my little boy who decided to move far away to what could be for his Dad and I, a different planet.

He dug in roots and is raising his own little spunky gal and history will repeat itself.

Such is life.

One day you have tons to do and then it all changes and life as you knew it

disappears .

You are left with fond memories of the babes you raised and loved, pictures, and freedom to be the person you began to be in your 20's, with a grown up vocabulary lol

My husband isn't asked any more "what does the cow say?"

and the kids are correcting you, when you do not say a word properly. lol

For a change it's nice to give payback and use lingo which makes them tink

they were raised by a retard who doesn't know nutin.

It's not nutin Mom. It's nothing.
and the sentence structure is wrong. It's I don't know anything.
Speak properly.lol

Some how it's ok for them to use today's lingo with their friends but for you to use yours is definitely uncool .

I tell them both, if it's ok for you to be you,

then it's ok for Dad and me to be ourselves too. lol

Have a great day :)

hand of time

I caught the universe
With a hand of time.
And saw it as perfection
Created just for me.

I caught true love
Like a fish at sea
It was a blessing
Sent here just for me.

And I caught life and laughter
Colors and soft rain
I felt perfection all around me
pulsating through my brain .

And then I caught a babe
Tumbling from a starlit sky
A universal miracle
A child of time.

And there I stood
Over flowing trembling and rejoiced
By the power that was in me
Untried and un rehearsed

Like the universe above me
I explode to live again
And the hand of time will catch me
As I caught it from heaven above.

a lady's life

Trends of Life

I really love how Larry painted this picture with the snow coming down the mountain slope.
It looks like a typical misty snowy day up in the hills as the day comes to an end and it gets a lot cooler. The buffalo at rest are wary of bystanders.

It makes me wonder how, in the olden days they could shoot through the thick hide and through all that fur especially from a train. If you ever tried to push a buffalo out of the way, you would find it is easier to push a brick wall out of the way. They are powerful and handsome beasts.

Many legends have been written about them by the Indian people and I would have loved to live back then and travel along side them to see exactly how they lived and survived.

http://portals.powwowa.dk/portals/buffalo_legends.htm

I only know one buffalo that fell asleep after putting his head through my car window, listening to classical music. It lulled him to sleep and he was as happy as could be just to stand there.
He was the one I would have loved to take home. :)

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Which trend should I follow?
Which way should I go?
The questions are brief with no answers.

My time verses youth
And my age verses time
And my life seems so brief an encounter.

A life saves a life
But a life must be born
through a love that burns hotter than coal
But time verses youth
And my age verses time
And my love burns
On glory survived.

A Lady's Life

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Buffalo Lesson
A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo, much like the brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells.

The slowest buffalo are the sick and weak so they die off first, making it possible for the herd to move at a faster pace. Like the buffalo, the weak, slow brain cells are the ones that are killed off by excessive beer drinking and socializing, making the brain operate faster.

The moral of the story: Drink more beer, it will make you smarter.

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Three men were flying on a plane over the jungle when it crashed. They were the only people who survived. They decided that starting the next morning one of them would go out and make weapons and see if he could kill anything.

So the next morning the first man went out. He didn't come back till about noon. When they saw him they ran to him and helped him carry the deer back to the plane wreckage. They asked him how he killed it.

He said "I find tracks...I follow tracks...I kill deer."

So the next morning the second guy set out. He too came back at noon. When they saw him they ran to him and helped him carry the buffalo he had killed back to the plane wreckage. They asked him how he had killed it.

He said "I find tracks...I follow tracks...I kill buffalo."

The next morning the third guy went out. The other two were watching and watching for him. When it was almost sundown and he still hadn't returned they started getting worried. Then they saw a person stumbling towards them he looked awful, really bad cuts and a broken arm. They went and helped him to the fire they had made and asked him what had happened.

He said "I find tracks...I follow tracks...and...I got hit by a train."
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Another World from Human Planet

God.........or Freedom?

God?.............Or Freedom?

Good Question.
Every one I asked said FREEDOM.

Maybe this is why God threw man out of paradise.

Man values his freedom more than anything else in the world.
I guess he figures if God gave him the gift of life, only God decides
When to take it back.

And If God wanted us not to have freedom,
he would be here to rule instead of governments.
And if he wanted subservience, he would have created us to
Have no ability to ask questions or be inventive.

But people would die for God, because of the good kind and just things he stands for and
They would die for their friends, spouses, children and family members.

They would die to save the world and mankind, no matter how ugly man is or can become.
In the end, like God, we all decide man should not become extinct and we try to preserve the species.

So maybe a harder question to answer would be
Freedom ………….or Life ?

Here the answers differ. Some would rather be enslaved and live
than die free.

Others want to die free rather than be enslaved.

To be enslaved means to be subservient to man instead of to God.

The world is waiting for God to make his move but so far he hasn’t.
He has not shown his face.

What is he waiting for?
Does he want man to give up freedom for him?
Does he want man to give up his life for him?

Or maybe it doesn’t matter, because in God’s world, the time to live, he gives man,
is less than an atoms’ of time worth.

God isn’t worried about man’s freedom or death or enslavement, because there is something else out there,
we have no understanding of.
He let us out to play in the grass and the sand and the beaches
while he lives the real life,
While he carries the real burdens,
While he understands all there is out there to understand.

God is not threatened by man because man's brain is too small to understand who and what God is or does.
And if we do not understand then how can we speak for him?

So it makes all the arguing and fighting we do here on this planet futile and meaningless.
On this planet there are no winners or losers.
God doesn't care. He gave us free will so we can arrive at our own conclusions through trial and error because he saw this is what man wanted.
And so he waits and watches patiently.

Words, created out of our own imaginations, are meaningless in God's timeless world.
To understand........ means there is nothing left to discuss.

A Lady's Life

Withstanding Change of Time

The world is change

And we change the world

Nothing ever stays the same

Controversies and debates

Over justice rights and wrongs.


Today it’s blue and tomorrow green

Ideas, like colors, are to blame

They affect our souls our DNA

Until one day, we have to say

Hey! Don’t color my world gray!

Don’t paint my walls black red or brown


And you get, CHILL Man, with a frown.

You don't like it cause you’re gay."

And this, my friend, is the new trend,

To use expressions that mean two things.

Confused, so no one understands.


An internal smile caressed my lips

To hear them argue, as I did.

That this is something that will stay

The black and brown and red paint spray


Well, my world is full of painted flowers

Beiges, pinks and baby blues

My life has been a pretty airy journey

And these colors made my dreams come true


My world is full of love’s desire.

My water clean and pure

Rainbows fill some pretty clear blue skies

And the soil is rich from dew


My world is full of laughter

From a sweet child’s milky breath

As it looks at pretty colors

From crystals, high above its' bed.


The world is change

And we change the world

Ideas, like colors, are to blame

Some things need to stay the same

For life to breed and claim domain.


Those who choose to live in darkness

Will one day wake to a brighter world

They just need to change the colors

In the rooms that they reside.

A Lady's Life

This poem is about how life is like colors. Our moods, personalities and ideas can change . They can be black and stormy, Passionate pink, brown,gray and dull, or bleed red blood, A little more deadly. Many people suffer in winter because of this and we are told to put on bright lighting in the house to cheer up the spirit.
:)