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Aug 24, 2005 at 22:21 o\clock

Writing vs Rambling

by: jamryn

Please excuse this mis-guided, out of her mind, decrepid old lady who still thinks that she might have an oppinion. 

I wasen't aware that  one had to get down on bend and knee and beg the permission from the one and only acomplished writer - Atilia - to share a few points of their own.

Since I hadde'nt clamed to be such an expert as ATILA  I wasen't aware my "TERRABLE WRITING ' WAS SO OFFENCIVE to  everyone!

SWEETY - before we go spitting out lables for people try and get your facts straight.  The only true statement you made was  - " I don't know you."  The 40's and 50's were a bit before Hippie times.

SWEETY - if you like it or not - if you agree or not - JESUS LOVES US ALL  maybe it's time  for you to tune in to a little bit of that LOVE.

Aug 24, 2005 at 15:39 o\clock

A soup of Nothingness

by: jamryn

Is that where we are today?  In a soup of nothingness, a bottomless emptiness, an inkey blackness?

Every one for themselves. No one for anyone else,  Get them before they get me? In a grand state of confusion? Are we going down a oneway path toward self distruction? Toward starvation and being malnourished?

I'm not just speaking of  food or nurishment - but in other aspects of our lives. It's true that nearly 2 billion of us are malnourished - suffering and depribing ourselves of  proper nourishment.  http://www.worldwatch.org/press/news/2001/05/24 

yet what I'm seeing and hearing is a starvation of who we  are - from the inside out. 

Call it religion or don't yet isn't there something - that we desperetly need to hold ourselves together?

Your choice of religion is that your choice.  To me it can be described like one big buffet.  You like brussles sprouts and I'll gag if you get them any where near me.  You're choice. 

In the Message version of the bible it describes the beginning like this; 

Genesis 1:1,2 

First this: God created the heavens and the earth - - - all that you see, all that you don't see. Earth was a soup of nothingness, an inkey blackness. God's spirit brooded like a bird above the watery abyss.

Have we come full circle? Is it time to begin again? What do we grab onto to stablelize our governments and ourselves?

Aug 23, 2005 at 22:04 o\clock

In defence of my own words

by: jamryn

 What I write is my opinion and what you write is your opinion.  Is it  not great that we have different ones that we can share?

It is nice to be nice - as long as you wish to stay put in a make beleve world. It becomes un-realistic to expect 100% of the world population to beleve that way.

I do not defend WAR,HATERD,Etc in any fashion. Let alone out of being bord. It's human nature and the last time I looked we are all human.

Telling every one what they all ready know - would only be patronising if we acted a little more like we allready know it.

When the population of this earth wakes up and starts thinking for themselves - rather than allowing others to dictate to them - we then will have something.

Aug 23, 2005 at 16:17 o\clock

Fact or Fiction?

by: jamryn

An explination ( an attempt) of the previous blog. 

In the begining God created everything and every one. Everything was good. Anything you wanted was ther for the taking. No argument, no fighting, no wars. Untill the serpent rased its ugly head.  Think about it.

God also created the serpent.  The good he gave us all was the power of choice. A mind to distinguish  between one choice or another. He must have wanted us to use that power of choice and think for ourselves.  The facts are  that were all doing that. 

What I think is different than what you're thinking. And that is good.  Together we can better this world. 

The glich in the system is that very few of us think ahead to realize what would be best for all of us. Therefore we often disagree, get mad, say we hate one another and start wars.  It's all a matter of CHOICE.

Aug 21, 2005 at 21:00 o\clock

Peace of mind and Self Control

by: jamryn

Oh what wonderful world this would be if there could be eternal peace of mind for every last citizen of this planet.  No war - no haitred - no fighting. Not even a hint of disagreement between thee and me. 

It would be as if................

as if we were back in the garden of Eden.  It would be as if the last 730000.00 days or more were exactely alike. From sun up to sun down - each and every second spent - smiling our way through out the day.

OUCH !!!! My cheeks hurt  just thinking about it.Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to pick a fight and I don't approve of or like wars. Just think how borring life would be. Forever and ever borring. 

What woul be the purpose of life?  Think about that - really what would it be? Why even be here? http://www.blogigo.com/jamryn1

Aug 18, 2005 at 16:23 o\clock

Hello new blogers - wher ever you are....

by: jamryn

Welcome to jimmyeds,

x3steelersfanx3,

jackieStars,

obstinatelySour,

sidhomk_shanten,

kayladoo,

nergeedor,

Para Princess

or to anyone else I might have missed.

 

Wether you're writing this blog because you are  bored,contemptuos, friendly, witty,in a prayerfull mood  or for an assignment  WELCOME  Stop by my two sights

( I know - I know it's a shamefull plug - but then - what else could I say )

and say HELLO. Of course you're already here, but the other one is BLOG LOG at  http://www.blogigo.com/jamryn1

I look forward to reading more of your blogs.

 

Aug 17, 2005 at 17:31 o\clock

No bed of Roses

by: jamryn

Life is no bed of roses - even if it was you've got to figure that there will be thorns and an ocasional bee buzzing here and there.

Reading through some of the blogs, the last few days i'm getting a heavy sence of pain and anger. What is happening?  Has bloging digressed to just a "BITCH" session? 

I know there are thorns and bees in everyone's life, but did we lose something? Aren't the rose petals still there?  If we are getting pricked too often - maybe we  need to get our -"ASSES"  out of the flower bed and step back a little so we can easely see the whole effect.

Aug 15, 2005 at 15:03 o\clock

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by: jamryn

Just a( growing older) thought - 

 

 Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.

Shit..... as I think back  some of them wasen't even a  road to begin with.

Aug 12, 2005 at 16:30 o\clock

State of Confusion

by: jamryn

This is way past asking - who,what when,where or why.  Oh if if it could be that simple.  Here I sit.  It's Friday morning, August 11th. of 2005. I want something but I don't know what. In one week it will be my youngest sons 29th birthday. In one way it dosen't seem that long ago. Yet in other ways it seems centuries and centuries ago. This dam cough is pissing me off. It just sneeks up on me at will. It's will. I'm hungery but then again not hungry.  I just finished the leftover sandwich and frys from last night. Dam - I wish I could say what it is that I want.  My headache is pulsating harder and harder.  I would take something for it - if I thought it would go away. Ha.  It would take at least a hour or two to calm it down - then in another one to two hours it will be back as strong as ever. What's the use? What do I want to do? Now my ankles are hurting? It's 13 days till my  next Dr.s appointment.  They've taken a lot of tests.  I'm positive that there will be an answer - a way out- a way out of all this confusion.  If I could only get organized.  Put some order in this life.  I'm so jelous of my WCL_IN weight loss buddies .  They talk of this plan or that one as to what their eating or the exercise their doing.  I can thing of what I'd like to do .  Then in the next 2 seconds the thought is gone.I've played Pogo ( poppit) longer than I want.  Just setting here is becomming terrably uncomfotrable.   God - I wish I knew what to do.  There are strange  poping noises going on in the hall way. Wonder what that is?  What do I want to do?

Aug 7, 2005 at 15:58 o\clock

Better?

by: jamryn

I'm feeling a litle better today. The heads still a bit woosie, but feeling better.  While checking out  all the new blogs - something came to mind. How wonderfull it is that we are all different. And what we choose to think and write about.  It got me to re think the diferent stages of life.

  Guys this will be from a femails view point , but i'm sure this also happens to boys and men as well.

Spring - 0 to 21  

Summer - 21 to 43

Fall Time  - 43 to 64

Winter - 64 to ???

Early Spring.......  on our thoughts are care free and filled with merryment. And we get anoyed at old ladies  or people messing in our bussiness. What do they know anyway.

Summer....... is the time our eyes begin to open and we see there is more to life than just us. We begin to see a real place in this world for us,that we can get passionate about. It's still all about us, but more as to how we can re-educate this world to placing us in a  prestegious spot.

Fall time........We've worked hard and accomplished a lot. Yet even now we begin to see small things slipping away.  Less and less people lissen to our ideas, and we're left alone to re-figure our place in this world. We're thought of as just another old lady trying to mess in some young chick's world. What do we know anyway? 

 Winter......Things use to be bright and colorful and full of energy. Now it all blends to a dull gray.  Our days are filled with assessing if this pain is any worse than that pain and how long will it be till we forget about the pain anyway. Considering our memorys are not w......What was I talking about????????

Aug 6, 2005 at 14:59 o\clock

StILL SICK

by: jamryn

ny  ose  is  still  ppluged  nup and ny brain  is playing the willian tell oveture  in ny head!  I'll try again tommorrow. 

Aug 5, 2005 at 16:40 o\clock

sick

by: jamryn

Sorry  people - I'm sick!  I'm feeling just miserable.I think it might be the pollen  comming of these  flowers. Some body got a tissue? 

 

  I may be learking around - reading your stuff here and there - but as far as bloging  my own stuff - now  - it's a no go.  I'll be back  A.S.A.P.