The Door

Twas a crazy and hectic morning, and my husband had the car running for a minute before coming in and getting the baby. Grab the road cup of coffee, diaper bag, quick kiss, out the door, put the baby in the car, close the door - must lock if the car is running? Oh Crap! Now what do you do? The car is running with my baby locked inside with the only key! My husband looks at me mortified over the roof of the car as I stand in the front door yelling "we're gonna have to call the police to get that opened". "Just give me 10 minutes first". With a wire coat hanger all stretched out he tried a few fancy manuvers to lift the little lever of freedom to no avail - by now the baby is looking out and whining. "Just entertain the baby", he yelled at me. I'm standing in my pajamas outside of the window waving my hands around smiling at my trapped child. By now my husband had moved onto the actual power widow button itself, but it is harder to get as it is up near the side mirror. He was bending and trying to get the coat hanger to hook the button just enough to unlock the doors. I stared hard at that power window button through the passenger window trying to will it open. I thought about Stephen King's Firestarter, and figured anything is worth a try right? So I'm staring as the wire hanger is bopping around to the left and right of the button when the next song comes on the radio: "Let my love open the door.....Ooh, Let my love open the door". We both froze and looked at eachother. "Do you hear the song that is playing?" I doubt the song was written for parents who have locked their child in the car, but it was a purely magical moment as the wire hanger hooked the power lock button. "Neep", as all 4 doors unlocked and I quickly opened the passenger door. I've never loved that "Neep" sound as much as I did at that moment. With the door open I could hear the song obviously louder from the speaker in the door and it sang "You're so lucky I'm around". But who? Anyway, the freaked out toddler was happily on his was in no time, but now a song that I've never noticed has a special place in my heart!

Living In Another World

The world in which we live - dirt, the earth, trees, people, animals, cars, pollution, an economy, languages, love, hate, and everything in between. It is such an interesting place - one could keep busy for the rest of their lives. Oh wait, isn't that what we do? Beyond the world we live is the most extraordinary world - The Literary World! These deep dark caves of the unknown that we can travel into without leaving our seats. The people, places, and adventures brought to life with 26 letters of the alphabet on white paper pages are brought to life somewhere between our eyes and brain (which isn't a lengthy travel). It is magic. Magic I'm telling you - to form up the images in your head like a ball of modeling clay and form it with direction from a writer's instructions. Some of the feelings and situations that propel themselves into our eyes will permanently take up residence in our mind! A little branded image stored away forever changing our view or possibly laying low until we need to pull the impression up in reference to new information. This magical process started long before it got into our hands. The spark of life began when the story emerged in a spare room of a writer's imagination. What room you ask? It's an extra wing of imagination that some people are born with - yes a wing for some. It's an extra brain area that goes beyond just normal living space. It flowed beyond the initial spark and flowed like lava. Hamlet isn't real? He is alive and well with his whole gang in my mind, minds everywhere, alive on shelves, and alive in the Literary World.

Dog The Bounty Hunter

Don't you just love this guy? We all need to get over and forgive him - he thought he was black! Let's get on with our lives and realize that the guy is probably freakin' stressed out! I am so glad that I didn't wind up in that profession - I'd be terrible! "You don't want to come with me?" "Okay, then I'm sorry to bother you"

But really, he uses his little tiny window of opportunity to help people. It's not really what he was hired to do, and there is nothing in it for him. It actually could put him out of business if everyone listened to his words of wisdom, or "dogisms" I've heard them called, and pulled themselves onto the right track. If people weren't landing themselves in trouble, he wouldn't have much of a career in the Bail Bonds market.

They get themselves all pumped up expecting the worst, and then they give the occasional back rub, Big Mac, mandantory cigarette, and a nice little pep talk before they fire you into the pen with the wolves. I don't smoke, so I'd probably be devastated by the smoke in my face rolling from a red hot ember 2 inches from my nose with my hands cuffed behind my back. I'd be sitting in the middle of the back seat crying like a baby and they'd shove a lit cigarette in my mouth.

Sometimes people do need to know that someone cares, and that maybe someone believes in them. Dog really goes above and beyond. Is he black? I don't think so, but you never know. div>

We need more "Dogs" in the world........

What's in a name?

Does a name define the person? Or does the person define the name? Like for instance, the name Gwen - is it cool? I've never known it to be particularly amazing, and now we have Gwen Stefani, and she rocks her name. Now when I hear the name Gwen, I automatically think of Gwen Stefani, and the name perception for me has changed. Marshall Mathers? Not cool at all, but is he cool - YES.... and 50 cent's name is Curtis? I figure that we can hold and shape our name in a way that defines who we are. But what if your name is Jennifer? How do you define yourself apart from the crowd when half the country has that particular name? And what if your last name is a common one, like Jones or Smith..... Maybe that's when a jazzy nickname is appropriate - like J.Lo!

The selection process

It's really crazy how this works. We are all thrown in school together in a class with various other kids that are approximately the same age right? And it is just supposed to work..... There are so many factors to consider. Some kids are late bloomers and some are early - thus adding to the gap. Some kids are well -off and others were born into poverty. Some kids are born cute, and others must grow into their appearance. Some kids are graced with good parents, and the others are forced to figure it all out on their own. The interesting part in this whole thought is that each one of the possibilities is out of the child's control entirely - yet it is up to the child to deal with their circumstances how they see fit. Is this the same way that other species interact? Do the cuter turtles pick on the little weird one with big feet? Do the rich donkeys pick on the poor ones for not having designer sweaters and make them cry? Did the dinosaurs have these types of issues? How was their society formed? How do we really know anyway? We can speculate.... make assumptions, but nobody really knows for sure. Maybe all of their vehicles and televisions were confiscated by the Mammoths - we all know what kinds of bully's they were! And they were incinerated as a punishment for using too much electricity. Just because we haven't found any of their belongings doesn't mean they didn't have any! At least it can be fun to leave that little area open for discussion! *One of my cartoons above

What would Judge Judy do?

Sometimes when I find myself in a situation where I can't quite decide on how I will handle it. I occasionally conquer my internal battle with one single question - "What would Judge Judy do?" She is the queen of morals, and sometimes in a situation where this can be particularly useful it makes things easier. Not only is she the queen of morals, but she is quick witted and speaks her mind without regard to the long term effects. I respect that - I often find myself not speaking my mind or telling people exactly how I feel because I don't want anyone mad at me, and I never want to hurt anyone's feelings. However, in the long run I am only hurting myself - this I realize. I see it as ripping off a band aid, and it will assure you any misunderstandings in the future due to your lack of directness. As long as the truth is always told, you just need to say it! So once again in some of these situations I have to ask myself as my cashier rings up my pack of gum two times, "What would Judge Judy do?" Ahh... it's only fifty cents right, who cares? No, really.... what would she say? I can hear her now "excuse me.... I only have one pack of gum... I see you scanned it as two.... " and after it is resolved and voided out, I can see her saying "Thank you" with a smile. To tackle it head on like a shark is an art - and it doesn't always have to end in any bloodshed. It can be done tactfully and respectfully. The next time you find yourself at a dead end, just ask yourself "What would Judge Judy do?"

This was a very strange couple I came across one day. One of them picked all of the green peppers and onions out of his food, and the little one had a problem with pasta.

The Goon League Goddess

A real goon inside!