jane_and.the_dragon

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Worry about your character, not your reputation. Your character is who you are, your reputation is who people think you are. ht

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Bilard 8 - 2009

Bilard 8 - 2009
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THE NEW BROOM SWEEPS CLEAN

2018-11-08

Have you ever heard the expression a new broom sweeps clean. It refers to something being new and how everyone wants it and everyone loves it because it is new and shiny, and everyone thinks it is the greatest thing sense the discovery of electricity. It does not take long though for that shiny new thing to get tarnished and worn. Just like a broom will be less effective with age so is anything else. This is not true of all things. I still have a broom my mother bought 40 years ago. I will admit it has had a little work done on it over the years. but it will still sweep a sidewalk as good as any new broom.

Those of you who know me and know my writing style have already figured out this blog is not really about brooms. It goes much deeper it is for all those people out there who abandon something strong and stable for a new thing when it is created. It is very exciting to be on the forefront of new things, but I personally like to stay with the old reliable things and do not concern myself with new things when they show up. I have a Kenmore sweeper that is nearly 50 years old and it still runs. It is a little the worse for ware, but it is in good shape for its age. I have had to replace the hose 2 times over they decades . It is often necessary to make adjustments to things to keep them running from year to year, but true quality will stand the time.

I would much rather have old quality then brand new shiny garbage. The thing to remember is not to give up on something or someone just because something or someone new comes along.

I have noticed many people are fickle. They have no clue what they really want so they bounce around from person to person never really putting any commitment into making things better. While others have a clear view of what they want in life and they make it happen.

IMITATION IS THE SINCEREST FORM OF FLATTERY

2018-10-31

It has been said imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I saw a thing in the news today that really messed with my mind. It was about a nurse who ALLEGEDLY dressed in black face as part of a Halloween costume, and some people took offense at it. I am old enough to remember AL Jolson so I know where this black face thing came from and why people would be mad at THAT, but I saw the costume this girl had on. I did not see anything offensive about it. She did not have the boot black stage paint the old minstrel shows would use. Her costume was a very tasteful costume of a pretty African American woman. I do not understand why anyone would take offense at her wearing a costume that matched her man. They are a biracial couple and if her man was not offended what gives anyone else the right to take offense to the point of firing her. I do not think she meant any offense by the costume. The reason I am writing this is because I really think people are missing the point of Halloween. It is a time you are free to be someone you are not. Like that woman about a week ago who dressed as Diana Ross one of the best singers of her time. How stupid would she have looked if she had not dawned a darker makeup to go with the costume.

Sense people are wanting to make a federal issue over someones choice of a Halloween costume, why not take it one step more. You have people running around with severed limbs in nearly every haunted house and costume store in the country. By the standard that make up to fit a costume is not politically correct then costumes with severed limbs are not either, because it could be argued it demeans amputees. Also what about the ugly green witch costumes do they not also demean practices of the Wicca faith?

Another thing that gets me is the one sided politically correctness. Lets take a look at all the movies that are casting the roles of white characters with actors of other colors. The real tragedy is when they do not keep the characters trademarks. Ok they cast all the white roles with African Americans and no one took offense at that. I did however hate the fact the actress playing Annie in that rendition did not have the trademark red hair. Seriously if you are going to do something do it right. Which brings me back to people who want to dress up as their favorite performers of a different race and so they dawn the appropriate make up to make it happen. Instead of being flattered people wanted to be like them, people are taking offense at the color of the make up used to make the costume authentic.

I would like to point out IF it had been the black face with the embellished features like in the old minstrel show. I really think people need to stop being afraid they may say or do something that will offend someone else and everyone just live their own lives. We need to stop trying to live other peoples lives. This is still America. And last I looked there was no law against wearing a costume so I do not see how they could fire that nurse for something she did on her own time that had nothing to do with her job.

MOST VALUABLE THING

2018-10-12

Someone sent the following to me in an email in 2011. I just recently rediscovered it, and sense I have been thinking so much about my nephews death I thought I would share this with you. It is just as true now as it was the day it was written.

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said..

"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful.. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly....

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.

"The box is gone," he said

"What box?" Mom asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most was...my time"

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.

"I need some time to spend with my son," he said..

"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.

PLEASE YOURSELF

2018-10-09

I have recently came to the conclusion no matter what you do or, how well meaning you are in your actions, someone is not going to like what you do. Recently I took and action I felt I had to take for the greater good, but now someone I care about very much is quite angry with me. I do not know why I was seen as wrong for standing up for those that stood up for me, but the way I see it if I could forgive this person for not standing by my side when I really wanted it in the past. Then this person should be just as willing to forgive me for doing something that hurt them. If a friend is really a friend they will forgive each other right? And if they are not willing to forgive you when you have forgiven them in the past apparently they are not as good a friend to you as you were to them.

On a side note my mom always said Eavesdroppers hear not good of themselves. I hope you know what I mean. lol

RAMBELING

2018-10-06

This blog is going to be jumping around a bit because that is how my mind has been lately jumping around. First I would like to thank everyone who posted sympathy to the death of my nephew. The main things that eats me up inside about it is he was so young and he had just lost his parents 2 years ago.

I would like to now touch on the randomness of life itself. On their way home from my nephews viewing 2 good friends of theirs got into a car crash and were killed. The young drivers that hit them all lived. It made me wonder if I little thing in the time line had changed would they still have died in a crash? I have always believed everything happens for a reason. So If my nephew had not died there would have been no viewing and their friends may not have been there on that road that night. Or if they had stayed at the funeral home just 5 min more or left 5 min earlier would they have missed the car that hit them? I always try to look for the good in things and after weeks of searching I finally found something that made me not so sad. With his friend dying my nephew will have some friends in the after life with him. I just feel so sorry for those they all left behind.

Next subject why do people put off going to the doctor when they really should go? If my brother had went more often maybe he would have been able to avoid his heart attack, of maybe they would have found the cancer that killed him sooner and he could have had more time. Sense my nephews, and my own close call in June I have become obsessed with people going to the doctor when they do not feel well. I am so worried someone else will get ill with some thing that could have been cured if they found it soon enough. I do not know maybe I am being selfish, because I think about what I lost and how much I will miss them if anyone else dies.

Now on an unrelated subject. I may have lost a good friend she is not very happy with me right now, because I made a judgement call for the good of business instead of standing on her side. I investigated the issue fully and I found no evidence of wrong doing on the parts of the people she was mad at, so I told her that. I saw no need to cause further drama on what I considered a nonissue. I do not know if the friend ship can be repaired or not. But if she stays mad at me for doing my job to the best of my ability when maybe the friendship was not as strong as I always thought. No real friend would want you to compromise your integrate just so they could look like they were right. I know we will BOTH need some time to cool off, but I really hope we can reset our friendship in time. I want to know that we were as good as friends as I always believed we were. Face it everyone is human and everyone gets mad and everyone makes mistakes, BUT TRUE FRIENDS CAN RISE ABOVE ALL THAT. I have another friend that is proof of that. I had a huge fight with this other friend over a broken promise. I did not speak to her for 6 months and had no intention of ever speaking to her again. The thing is fate is a funny thing and one day about 6 months later I ran into her. She said she wanted me to forgive her( fact is I had missed her) so I told her maybe I could forgive her just this once, but only one time if she ever broke another promise to me we would be done for ever. I told her forgiveness would not be free though. I told her 2 things she would have to do to get me to give her another chance. She had lied on me to another friend of ours and I told her she would have to go confess the lie to him, and she did this. What surprised me was his reaction. I ended up having a big fight with him and I have not talked to him in years. She also did the other thing I told her she would need to do to earn a second chance. So I forgave her that was like 6 years ago and we are still friends. I talked to her briefly a few weeks ago. She is dealing with some family issues and does not have time for much else. So if this friend I fought with this week is meant to be my friend in time we will fix the friendship, and if it is not then I will have to accept that.

Next subject I have not been sleeping like a normal person sense my nephews death and the other night I had a nightmare that woke me straight up. I dreamed another friend of mine had died. The first thing I did was call his house to make sure he was ok. ( I have been know to have dreams that came true.) I was soooooooooo relieved when he answered the phone. He had been sleeping himself and I woke him, but I did not care HE WAS ALIVE is all I cared about.

There is one good thing that has come out of all this insanity. My creative juices have been flowing like mad. I have been working on one of my books and have nearly a whole chapter done. When you can not sleep at night you must do something and I have been researching my book. I found someone in a chat room of all places who has much knowledge on the subject I am researching. My nephew loved the picture of the car I painted him before his death and his sister in law informers me I may be asked to paint more for her husband as time goes by he is a race car driver and the cars I have painted the past 2 years are his.

It is like I told my niece time will heal our hearts but it will take time. I am just a little worried about the frame of mind i have been lately. My mind jumps randomly and rapidly from one thing to another, and some people that know me have started to see it. One of my other friends had my boyfriend call me on night because he told him I seemed a little off. That was the night I had only gotten like 3 hrs sleep in a 24 hr time period. Every time I tried to sleep someone was ringing my phone so finally I said this is not going to work and I got up and stayed up.

Well thank you all for letting me ramble on. Want to hear something ironic and funny years ago I played on line pool in a room called ramble on lol