I'll admit to it. I'm addicted to technology. I love my smart phone. I love my iPad. I can't live without my computer. The DVR is my best friend. I am typing this on my computer that crashed, so I'm moving at a snails pace. I can't tell what I'm typing because I'm typing two paragraphs ahead of what I can see. LOL
I had a report due, a very important report. My computer crashed, my documents where corrupted, and I couldn't share them with any one off my computer. So I had to use my husbands work computer to retype everything and then send it along. I tried to send it off my mothers computer first. That is how I found out the documents are corrupted. It is a good thing that I have so many people around me that are also addicted to tech.
I don't understand people that use technology as an excuse for their own laziness. Did you know that you can go to McDonald's and use their Internet, should yours go out? You can also go to the Starbucks. If your computer goes down, go to the public library. Although, everyone knows someone that has access to a computer. When I was visiting my mother in law, she has no computer access, her very kind neighbor let me take a test on their computer. So I don't buy the "my Internet went down." Whaaa.... I've even taken a flash drive into a computer store and ask to test it. They usually don't mind if they think they might sell something.
I can also read most things on the iPad, and on my phone. I can't answer a lot of reports on the iPad, but I can on the phone. It just takes a long time with the little buttons. LOL The iPad doesn't like to create seperate paragraphs. I know plenty of people that have smart phones, even if they don't have a laptop computer.
I know one person that can't feed their children, but has a smart phone. This person texts all the time, surfs the Internet, lives on Facebook, and is glued to that little bit of technology. You want to know what the food stamps paid for? Yep.... that phone, for a person that sells the stamps and doesn't feed the children. They get $700 a month in food stamps. I don't feed a family of 5 on $700 a month. I spend much less than that. Before you take offense at what I am saying, if your reading this, I'm not talking about you. This person is too self centered and selfish to read the words of someone else. That and I don't believe this person can read anything other than textese. Or gansta speak.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Bad Drivers
After I got hit by a lady running a red light, I would burst into tears anytime I ran a yellow light, or anyone I was riding with ran a yellow light. I became more understanding of people driving slowly. I thought maybe they were going through something like I did after my accident so I was more forgiving.
However, a slow driver is completely different from a BAD driver. It doesn't matter what state I am driving in, they are everywhere. I don't understand how people can't understand that if your entering a freeway, you need to speed up. It is just plain dangerous to slow down to enter a freeway, it disrupts traffic and can cause accidents. So what are these people thinking?! Slowing to 45 mph when your jumping into a 60 mph zone is just plain stupid. Yep I said it, these are some dim bulbs.
Another one is those people that are in a turn only lane, then decide to go straight. Again, accident waiting to happen. How hard is it to just turn, then turn around? These are accidents trying to happen.
The ones that drive so close to your bumper you can't see their grill or licence plate. Your brakes aren't that good, Buddy! Is it some sort of contest, to see how close you can get to the car in front of you?
Let's not forget the weavers. I can't figure out why people drive so crazy, just to get ahead one car. Then of course you always meet up with them at the red light. Got real far, didn't you? Hurry up and wait. LOL
Whenever I see drivers like this, that are bound and determined to kill someone, I put a bubble around them. I visualize a bullet proof bubble around them, that is fluffy on the outside. So when they crash, because they are going to eventually, they only hurt themselves and not everyone else on the road. I like to think it works.
Don't get me wrong. When the kids aren't in the car I speed. But, I also know how to read traffic and don't make needless and stupid maneuvers that get me no where. I always drive with a bubble around my car too. I have angels protecting me. I have parking angels too. I ask them to jump ahead and make sure I can get a really good parking spot. Know what? It works! I get parking spots right up front 98% of the time. The rest of the times I forget to ask them to jump ahead for me.
However, a slow driver is completely different from a BAD driver. It doesn't matter what state I am driving in, they are everywhere. I don't understand how people can't understand that if your entering a freeway, you need to speed up. It is just plain dangerous to slow down to enter a freeway, it disrupts traffic and can cause accidents. So what are these people thinking?! Slowing to 45 mph when your jumping into a 60 mph zone is just plain stupid. Yep I said it, these are some dim bulbs.
Another one is those people that are in a turn only lane, then decide to go straight. Again, accident waiting to happen. How hard is it to just turn, then turn around? These are accidents trying to happen.
The ones that drive so close to your bumper you can't see their grill or licence plate. Your brakes aren't that good, Buddy! Is it some sort of contest, to see how close you can get to the car in front of you?
Let's not forget the weavers. I can't figure out why people drive so crazy, just to get ahead one car. Then of course you always meet up with them at the red light. Got real far, didn't you? Hurry up and wait. LOL
Whenever I see drivers like this, that are bound and determined to kill someone, I put a bubble around them. I visualize a bullet proof bubble around them, that is fluffy on the outside. So when they crash, because they are going to eventually, they only hurt themselves and not everyone else on the road. I like to think it works.
Don't get me wrong. When the kids aren't in the car I speed. But, I also know how to read traffic and don't make needless and stupid maneuvers that get me no where. I always drive with a bubble around my car too. I have angels protecting me. I have parking angels too. I ask them to jump ahead and make sure I can get a really good parking spot. Know what? It works! I get parking spots right up front 98% of the time. The rest of the times I forget to ask them to jump ahead for me.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Hauntings and Spirit Portals
I've only had one experience that made me uncomfortable.
I lived in South Carolina for a short time. I was in an apartment, then my father got a job opportunity near me, so my parents moved there. I moved into the bottom level of their three level house. That was a beautiful home. I would have bought it if I had the opportunity. I had a living room, bathroom, bedroom and an extra room, as well as a screened in patio. Supposedly the former owner's father died upstairs from cancer. The first few weeks the house was very quite.
I don't remember exactly when it started. I started feeling something in my room at night. It didn't scare me, just made me very aware of it. One night I head a giggle right in my ear. Of course I sat up and turned the lights, nothing was there. After that, it got more intense. It was clearly a little girl. She started waking me up in the middle of the night. I felt her right in my face. One night she actually asked me to play with her. The feel was so intense, it became unnerving.
I started sleeping with my TV on for the noise. That didn't really help, so I started sleeping with the lights on too. I was not scared. Not really. It was just too much. She was always there, about two inches from my face. Finally I had enough of getting very little sleep. I asked her to leave. Told her she would be much happier if she passed over. She could find her family, and they would play with her. She actually went away after that. However the weirdness didn't stop.
One night I was laying there and I woke up to the sound of a party. It sounded like there were a group of people upstairs in the kitchen, laughing and talking. I actually heard ice clinking around in glasses. I just layed there for a few minutes thinking my dad was hanging out with some friends. Until I remembered that he was out of town. I peeked up stairs, the noise went away and the kitchen was empty. The next night I heard the same thing, as well as hearing someone walking up and down the stairs. My dad was still out of town so I went upstairs to my mom's room and asked if I could sleep with her. She said sure, but didn't even ask me why. After I got all settled in, I felt someone sit on the bed. I looked over my mother was still laying there. It felt like someone sat on the corner of the bed. They were heavy enough that I slip down the bed a little bit. Very Very strange.
The next morning my mother asked why I came up to sleep with her. She said, "did you hear the party in the kitchen." We were both stunned. We had the same experience, even someone sitting on the bed. My mom experienced that right before I came upstairs. We didn't live there much longer after that. Not because of the activity, it just worked out that way. It never happened when my dad was home. Hm... I wonder why?
I suppose that this house was, what my grandmother called, as spirit portal. A place that spirits continue the journey to the other side. She believed her farm house was a spirit portal. When the neighbors dog died she swore she heard that dog barking all through the house for two days. All of us grandchildren saw odd things from time to time. My brother was touched as an adult when we went to visit. My cousin saw children sitting on the steps to the apartment upstairs. I always felt a man in the basement. My grandmother of course always had better stories than any of us witnessed.
I lived in South Carolina for a short time. I was in an apartment, then my father got a job opportunity near me, so my parents moved there. I moved into the bottom level of their three level house. That was a beautiful home. I would have bought it if I had the opportunity. I had a living room, bathroom, bedroom and an extra room, as well as a screened in patio. Supposedly the former owner's father died upstairs from cancer. The first few weeks the house was very quite.
I don't remember exactly when it started. I started feeling something in my room at night. It didn't scare me, just made me very aware of it. One night I head a giggle right in my ear. Of course I sat up and turned the lights, nothing was there. After that, it got more intense. It was clearly a little girl. She started waking me up in the middle of the night. I felt her right in my face. One night she actually asked me to play with her. The feel was so intense, it became unnerving.
I started sleeping with my TV on for the noise. That didn't really help, so I started sleeping with the lights on too. I was not scared. Not really. It was just too much. She was always there, about two inches from my face. Finally I had enough of getting very little sleep. I asked her to leave. Told her she would be much happier if she passed over. She could find her family, and they would play with her. She actually went away after that. However the weirdness didn't stop.
One night I was laying there and I woke up to the sound of a party. It sounded like there were a group of people upstairs in the kitchen, laughing and talking. I actually heard ice clinking around in glasses. I just layed there for a few minutes thinking my dad was hanging out with some friends. Until I remembered that he was out of town. I peeked up stairs, the noise went away and the kitchen was empty. The next night I heard the same thing, as well as hearing someone walking up and down the stairs. My dad was still out of town so I went upstairs to my mom's room and asked if I could sleep with her. She said sure, but didn't even ask me why. After I got all settled in, I felt someone sit on the bed. I looked over my mother was still laying there. It felt like someone sat on the corner of the bed. They were heavy enough that I slip down the bed a little bit. Very Very strange.
The next morning my mother asked why I came up to sleep with her. She said, "did you hear the party in the kitchen." We were both stunned. We had the same experience, even someone sitting on the bed. My mom experienced that right before I came upstairs. We didn't live there much longer after that. Not because of the activity, it just worked out that way. It never happened when my dad was home. Hm... I wonder why?
I suppose that this house was, what my grandmother called, as spirit portal. A place that spirits continue the journey to the other side. She believed her farm house was a spirit portal. When the neighbors dog died she swore she heard that dog barking all through the house for two days. All of us grandchildren saw odd things from time to time. My brother was touched as an adult when we went to visit. My cousin saw children sitting on the steps to the apartment upstairs. I always felt a man in the basement. My grandmother of course always had better stories than any of us witnessed.
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