On…

kaanderson83 — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 22:48:43 +0000

Keep movin’ on…

www.spinninaround.wordpress.com

NEW BLOG>IT WAS TIME FOR A CHANGE. C’mon over.

Funny Thought

kaanderson83 — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 03:00:21 +0000

When I put Dinah to bed tonight she asked me, “Mom, what if vampires were real?” So, I told her “that would be crazy. American vampires would be really fat and lazy. They would watch shows about being a vampire and then run to the local McBloody’s and pick up a pint or two.” She laughed even though my response was a little over her head- as she usually does-then, asked “McBloody’s? blood? Why?” So, I was forced to explain that vampires drink blood (which I thought she already knew because I know she’s aware of the fangs and, well… what else would they be for?) So, I then told her she had an undesirable blood type so, if vamipres were real they wouldn’t “vant to suk her blooud. mu ha hahah ah.” She laughed and all was well in paradise again. But it got me to thinking, what if they were real and able to live openly in society? Its pretty funny if you think about it. There would be commercials for blood stain remover… Call now and get two for the price of one. Special Tupperware that didn’t stain when you stored your leftover McBloody’s in it. Us common folk would buy it too and use it for spaghetti sauce. Dentists could specialize in caring for fangs and 4 out of 5 of them would recommend fang-o-dent toothpaste. Those curtains that block out the sun would FLY off the shelves. Vampires could get a special permit to have their windows tinted much darker than the law currently allows. There would be a hearse like model of every make of car readily available right on the lot. Oh, the list goes on and on…. but for now I shall cease and hit the hay. Speaking of hitting the hay… I guess the price of a coffin would go up even farther as the demand would rise. Or maybe there would be a place called Mad Max’s Deep Discount Coffins where you could go to get a crappy uncomfortable coffin for the low low price of $99.95… coffin stand included. Mad Max wouldn’t do very well under that name though; so, he’d be forced to “go out of business” and re-open under a slightly different but conveniently similar name such as Mad Max’s Fine Coffins.

enough of that… good night.

Waterlogged

kaanderson83 — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 01:45:43 +0000

go off the deep end

1. Lit. to jump into a swimming pool where the water is over one’s head and one needs to be able to swim You are still only learning to swim. Are you ready to go off the deep end?

2. Fig. to become deeply involved (with someone or something) before one is ready. (Applies especially to falling in love.)

3. Fig. to act irrationally, following one’s emotions or fantasies.

go off the deep end (informal)

to suddenly become very angry or upset and start shouting at someone

go off the deep end

to become so angry or upset that you cannot control your emotions

Sometimes, I think I must live off the deep end. As a matter of a fact, I think for me to go off the deep end might mean I’d actually need to venture into space in order to find a place with a vast enough expanse to qualify as “deep” in comparison to the deepness of the place I reside…. I guess it’s good I’m aware of it, at least. LOL Plus, I am a pretty good swimmer. I can tread water for a while and hold my breath for a really long time.

Tickle?

kaanderson83 — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 00:59:53 +0000

Just overheard this conversation

Dinah says, “Malachi, tickle me!”

-both giggling-

Malachi says (rather mischievously) “Okay.” and proceeds to tickle her.

Dinah says, “OH GOD! Not that kind of tickle!” as she laughs hysterically from the gut and screams.

He was whacking her with his sword… I don’t know how that falls into the category of tickling but apparently in some strange way it does…. I told them if they didn’t stop I was going to tickle both of them with the switch on their rear ends… as Dinah puts it, “Victory is mine!”

I Care For You

kaanderson83 — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 23:45:42 +0000

I care for you
It’s kind of magical, it just takes two
To share with you
I’d like to show you by the little things I do
It warms my heart to think that you might feel like sharing too
That’s what it’s all about because I care for you

It isn’t so hard, all you have to do is try
Now you make the first move
You’ll see good things usually multiply
Somehow it all works
Though it’s really not so rare
Give a little here, give a little there
No, it doesn’t take much to show you care

I care for you
It’s kind of magical
It just takes two
To share with you
I’d like to show you by the little things I do
It warms my heart to think that you might feel like sharing too
That’s what it’s all about because I care for you

Song from Care Bears….. if only things were this simple. OY!!!

ROFL

kaanderson83 — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 07:35:35 +0000

Gilmore Girls…

Rory let’s Jess drive her car and he wrecks it to avoid hitting an animal. She breaks her wrist. Jess has already been pegged as a trouble maker;so, even though it’s an accident everyone comes down pretty hard on him…

This is a conversation between Babette & Rory that I laughed at VERY hard…

CUT TO LORELAI’S FRONT YARD

[Rory walks across the yard as Babette rushes over to her]

BABETTE: Oh! Rory, Sweetie, hold on there, baby!

RORY: Hey Babette. Is everything okay?

BABETTE: I should be asking you that question. Come here, let me see that arm. Oh, you poor little thing. How you doing, huh?

RORY: I’m doing fine.

BABETTE: Aw, look at ya, being brave like that after all you’ve been through. Geez, it’s so hard being a woman, isn’t it?

RORY: I guess.

BABETTE: I mean, you’ve got your morals and your standards and your good common sense and then bam! You meet some guy and all that goes right out the window.

RORY: But – .

BABETTE: For every good woman there’s a dirty little wolf just ready to lead her astray. You can’t help it, he’s got the eyes, the chin, the chest hair you could carpet your dining room with. . .I mean, what’s a woman to do? We’re not made of steel for God’s sake.

RORY: Babette –

BABETTE: I was in a cult once, did I tell you that?

RORY: No.

BABETTE: I met this guy once – gorgeous, tan, looked just like Mickey Holiday. We had coffee, he gave me a pamphlet. Next thing you know, I’m wearing a muumuu, playing a tambourine, jumping up and down at the airport.

RORY: Okay, I really have to get inside.

BABETTE: Oh, sure, honey, sure, you go take good care of yourself. And don’t be embarrassed tutz, this has happened to all of us.

Then, later in the episode Rory says in reference to the incident…

“I gave him the keys. I told him to drive. He wanted to drive back to Luke’s and I said no. I wanted to keep on driving and that’s when we got into the car accident. This is just as much my fault as it is his, maybe more.”

and thus I say… she’s hit the nail on the head. I can relate a bit, which is probably why it stuck out to me at all. I think guys get blamed for things a lot when in reality it takes two to tango.

And as far as Jess is concerned… Yes he acted out a lot and did some really crazy things but I think Rory was the only one who took the time to look past the facade Jess put up and actually took the time to get to know him. It helps a lot that he actually let her but she was willing and that says a lot too. I mean if I had been through what Jess had been through I’m not so sure I’d act too differently from him and her influence on him gave restored hope in him. Anyway… now I’m just reading way to far into things considering these are fictional characters.

A man

kaanderson83 — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 23:30:39 +0000

is like a tree. His roots soak up experiences and build into who he is. He may grow up straight and tall or end up with a bent trunk as he finds a more indirect path to the sun. Just as leaves cover a tree and tell us what kind of tree it is; a man puts out fruit that shows us who he is. Storms come and leave knots and scars. Sometimes branches are pruned away to make room for new or better growth. Occasionally, a hole is worn or grows into the tree leaving a place for all sorts of things to come and live. So too it is with a man and his heart.

To gaze upon a tree in winter, leafless and bare is like looking at the heart of a man. All the fluff has fallen away and you simply see his frame, the structure- his fragility and strength. If a branch should fall and leave him further exposed you may be left with the rare opportunity to count his rings- to see his soul.

Redwoods interlock roots.

The Departed Truth

kaanderson83 — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 22:04:16 +0000

I noticed the word “truthiness” in the iconic history of the past 10 years. I wasn’t familiar with the story/meaning behind it; so, I Googled. {I don’t know how anyone learned anything before Google… oh wait… books, that’s right-LOL} So, here is what I came up with…

It’s a word coined by comedian, Steve Colbert to describe “a ‘truth’ that a person claims to know intuitively “from the gut” without regard to evidence, logic, intellectual examination, or facts. Colbert chose the word truthiness just moments before taping the premiere episode of The Colbert Report on October 17, 2005, after deciding that the originally scripted word – “truth” – was not absolutely ridiculous enough. “We’re not talking about truth, we’re talking about something that seems like truth – the truth we want to exist,” he explained. {Taken from Wikipedia article discussing truthiness.}

The Article goes on to say:

“It used to be, everyone was entitled to their own opinion, but not their own facts. But that’s not the case anymore. Facts matter not at all. Perception is everything. It’s certainty. People love the President because he’s certain of his choices as a leader, even if the facts that back him up don’t seem to exist. It’s the fact that he’s certain that is very appealing to a certain section of the country. I really feel a dichotomy in the American populace. What is important? What you want to be true, or what is true?…

Truthiness is ‘What I say is right, and [nothing] anyone else says could possibly be true.’ It’s not only that I feel it to be true, but that I feel it to be true. There’s not only an emotional quality, but there’s a selfish quality.”

I find this very interesting. There can only be one truth… one set of facts, events or details that are those which actually took place. There is only one reality. A person’s perspective {or lack there of} plays a major role in what they perceive and take away from the events they witnessed as reality/truth. Somewhere in the mix we factor our intuition or the way we “feel” about the matter at hand. A wise man named Brian Mashburn once told me, “Feelings are real but they’re not always right.” and oh how true that is.

The more obscured the view of reality, the less the person can trust what they’ve seen. Truth can so easily become tangled in a web of non- truths. I’ve experienced this on a personal level lately. My “reality” has been warped by ambiguousness. Events and experiences have been tainted with doubt, fear, and uncertainty. It’s so hard to trust when there is so much you don’t know for sure. Are the hidden details good or bad? positive or negative? I could see and experience the actions but am unsure about the motive and intention behind them. So many complications and minor details that when taken into consideration bring everything into question.

I think I’m bad about confusing trust with blind faith… what’s that old saying about the blind leading the blind? At some point you can choose to accept the uncertainty and live obliviously in your happy little delusion OR the bottom falls out and well… sometimes reality bites. I still don’t know what the truth is but I know now, I’d rather deal with what’s real and grow than become stagnant in a delusion.

I watched “The Departed” the other night. (speaking of the truth tangled in a web of untruths) This line stuck out to me:

“Honesty is not synonymous with truth.”

I took that to mean this: One can be honest about their perspective (divulge all the details in an accurate way as to how they saw them) but that doesn’t mean their account necessarily encompasses all important details which make up reality/truth.

My favorite movie is “Rear Window” which builds into this idea further. With a limited vantage point L.B. Jefferies and Lisa Fremont view a series of events, clues and details that seem to point to one end. Detective Doyle manages to find a way to explain away or write off their conclusions about what they’ve witnessed. The viewer is left to deductive reasoning, trust, logic and intuition to come up with what they believe really happened until the end when it’s all explained and wrapped up in a neat little package. (which I won’t spoil in the event someone reading hasn’t seen this film) It’s a shame life can’t be like a movie sometimes… loose ends tied up in 112 minutes.

Where are you going?

kaanderson83 — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 14:41:27 +0000

John Dillinger: “Doll, it’s because these people are worried about where a person comes from. The only thing that’s important is where a person’s going.”

Billie Frechette: “Where are you going?”

John Dillinger: “Anywhere I want.”

Watched Public Enemies tonight. Great Movie. This is my favorite line from the movie, although I don’t think it worked out quite that way. Bye Bye Blackbird

Johnny Depp has an amazing ability to morph into the character he is playing, so much that you don’t see Johnny Depp anymore.

Interesting fact about John Dillinger:

He had surgery to alter his face and remove his fingerprints.

No Envy, No Fear…

kaanderson83 — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 06:46:19 +0000

Some are reaching, few are there
Want to reign from a hero’s chair
Some are scared to fly so high
Well this is how we have to try

Have no envy and no fear
Have no envy and no fear

Brother brother we all see
Your hiding out so painfully
See yourself come out to play
A lover’s rain will wash away

Your envy and your fear
So have no envy and no fear

When your sister turns to leave
Only when she’s most in need
Take away the cause of pain
By showing her we’re all the same

Have no envy and no fear
Have no envy and no fear

Every day we try to find
Search our hearts and our minds
The place we used to call our home
Can’t be found when we’re alone

So have no envy and no fear
Have no envy and no fear