Killers Without Borders

Killers Without Borders

There are killers loose in our world.

They know no borders, no politics, no religion, no right or wrong. They go wherever the wind blows; wherever the water flows.

You have encountered them today. You cannot escape them. But you can fight them and win!

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Place Label Here!

Place Label Here!

Why do we feel the need to attach a label on everyone?

Bad Mother...Republican...Liberal...Perfectionist...Atheist...Tree Hugger!

I am beginning to feel like my grandpa's valise. You remember, the old brown suitcase with all the travel stickers all over it. It told you at a glance where he had been; how he spent his time; why he would suddenly blurt out little snippets of a foreign language. It was a map of his life. And it helped you put grandpa in a box. Safely tucked away under his specific labels, you know exactly who grandpa is. Or, do you?

The trouble with labels is that they make it easy to assume that you know a person. He is an adventurer. Or was he a salesman by trade who would rather have been home with his family? She is a perfectionist. Or does she just find it easier to cope with her hectic life if she stays organized? She is an environmental fanatic. Or does she have a child whose life depends on a chemical free home?

Assuming you know a person by the label you (or someone else) has attached to them is much like reading only the chapter headings of a book. You can get a general idea of what the author is aiming at but you will never understand what prompted him or her to take that position. You will never truly know who that person is and why.

Perhaps it is a function of the world we live in today. We are becoming increasingly dependent on a kind of "Googled" version of the people in our lives. We don't take the time to find out why Aunt Sally never married and had a family. She is destined to remain our eccentric Aunt with the 44 cats. The fact that her favorite childhood pet was drowned by the neighbors son will probably never come up over Thanksgiving dinner. But it was the reason Aunt Sally focused all her time, energy and money into rescuing abused animals.

It is no wonder that people in the world don't understand us. They don't know us...and they don't really want to know us. And we don't want to know them.
Just scan the labels and you know all you need to know...now close the box!

Ok...So here is the BIG QUESTION!

When did my computer become a sex toy??

I mean, really, people...this is ridiculous!!

I don't consider myself a prude...I like sex as much as the next person, but what the hell is the deal with cybersex? Are you people so bored or neglected that you have to resort to assaulting people online?

I have a computer for business, and IM programs for communication with my family, friends and associates. But lately I am being assaulted several times daily by people wanting to "worship at my feet" or "younger men looking for older women".
Please...is your mommy not home? (If she knew what you were doing, would she approve?)

I guess this is just the next annoyance we have to live with...like the telemarketers that called every evening while you were trying to eat dinner. The result is the same...I am feeling assaulted, harassed and even a little terrorized. I should not have to become "invisible" to be able the use my computer in peace.

And would someone please explain to me the attraction of this mechanical sexual revolution? There is no intimacy involved in typing with one hand while you fondle yourself with the other. Can't you just go quietly to your room and do your thing and leave me out of it?

I am declaring my position here and now...

I DO NOT CONSIDER MY COMPUTER A SEX TOY!!
Move on to someone else...you are nothing more than a remote stalker with way too much time on your hands...get a job, get a hobby, get a life...and remind me never to touch your keyboard...

Not too bad for 50 years old!
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Old Folks

Remember, old folks are worth a fortune, with the Silver in their hair, Gold in their teeth, Stones in their kidneys, Lead in their feet, and Gas in their stomachs.
I have become a little older since I saw some of you last, and a few changes have come into my life since then.
Frankly, I have become quite a frivolous old gal. I am seeing Five gentlemen everyday.
As soon as I wake up Will Power helps me get out of the bed. Then I go see John.Then Charlie Horse comes along, and when he is here he takes up a lot of my time and attention. When he leaves Arthur Ritis shows up and stays the rest of the day. He doesn't like to stay in one place very long so he takes me from joint to joint.
After such a busy day I'm really tired and glad to go to bed with Ben Gay. What a life!

P.S.
The preacher came to call the other day. He said at my age, I should be thinking about the hereafter. I told him, "Oh, I do, all the time". No matter where I am, in the kitchen, basement or in the yard, I ask myself "What am I here after?"

Life Is What Happens While You Are Making Other Plans...

Ever feel like your life is spinning out of control? How does that happen?

I get up every morning with a to-do-list and the best intentions and then...life happens! How do you do it all?

I consider myself an organized person (for the most part) and I know what has to be done...what needs to be done...and what I would like to do. But then the phone starts to ring...deliveries start to arrive...the kids call and need help or advice and before I know what happened the day is gone and so are my plans.

Everyone says I have to put myself on my list, and believe it or not, I am at the very top. Then I systematically let other people move me down the list until I fall off the bottom. I'm getting emotional bruises from the repeated falls.

It takes a toll on your psychological well being. I start to believe that everyone else is more important in the grand scheme than I am. But at the same time it makes me feel important to them. What a paradox...how can you feel important in the eyes of others and not feel you are important enough to satisfy your own needs?

Would the world fall apart if I were to say no...would they stop thinking so highly of me...would they learn to take care of things themselves and stop relying on me so much?

Hey, there might be something to this...the domino effect...if I say no, I have other plans (mine), then they would have to take care of their own needs...and I could take care of mine...and the world might shift in a whole new direction.

I wonder if you can plan that?