Potter Room

The rush is on, to meet the challenge of my best friend....finish the Harry Potter guest room before Christmas! One of the tasks involves hanging wall paper...What in the hell was I thinking!!! Well, day 2, and not even half way done, but at least I have started it. First rule should have been to clean out the fucking stuff in the room before beginning the task! Dumbass!!!!! So, not part way into this undertaking, I am taking shit out of the room....DUMBASS!!!!! I am hoping to get all the wall paper up tonight.....yeah, lets try this with a room ready to be papered now....pictures to come .....eventually.....BTW, my bff, she bought me a BEAUTIFUL quill and ink set to go in this almost done room....you will see that later too. Back to wallpaper HELL!!!!!

Merry Christmas

Someone posted this story and I wanted to share it. It really does make you stop and think that there really are people out there with a kind heart and will do anything for you and ask for nothing in return. I hope when you read this, you too will pass it on. I just wish we could be so kind to each other all the time and not just during the Holidays. I wish you all a very merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday season, for whatever faith you believe. The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through. Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said. He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh." Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front.. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away. "But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good." George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought. George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on. "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln . They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway. As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me." George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease. "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance." The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio. He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area." George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain." George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer.. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time. The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before. "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer. "Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt." The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!" The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now." He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away." George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week." George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can." He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out." The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer." "Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said. George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer. "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?" "GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man. Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran." George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job." The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?" Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything." "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day." The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you." "And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need." George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours." The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family." The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good." "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after." George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?" "I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?" "Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby." The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man." George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man. "Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again." The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned." George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room. "You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas." George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus" This story is better than any greeting card. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS! Now clear the lump from your throat, blow your nose, and send this along to a friend of yours or someone who may need a reminder as to why we celebrate Christmas. Call Email Visit All of the above

Needing to Vent

Someone with a mental illness does not methodically plan and carry out a horrific act, it did not happen over night, it was planned out very carefully and methodically, and the only thing that can be a reasonable person explanation for any of the horrific crimes that have been committed by taking the life of any innocent human being, is PURE EVIL!!! There is no way of ever convincing me that someone just "Snaps"...to have the sense enough to attempt to cover ones tracks by destroying a hard drive from a computer to try and hide what you are doing....that takes a very intelligent, well thought out process....not the doings of a "simple mind" or the mind of someone who is "disturbed". An EVIL and UNGODLY soul, in it's worse form, is THE ONLY explanation for what these EVIL sub-humans have done. I am SICK and TIRED of these damn specialists and psychologist saying this EVIL is caused by "metal illness" and "behavioral problems".....it is what it is, JUST PURE FUCKING EVIL!!!! It doesn't take a degree to know that we are living in an un-Godly world and that the more attention you bring to these EVIL acts and there EVIL DOERS is just fueling the fires that burn below the Heavens. I don't care if you follow what I believe or not, this is a free country where we have the rights to voice our opinions, and this is one of my forms of getting my feelings and thoughts out there. I believe that once this investigation is over, that school needs to be destroyed and a new school built, so these poor no-longer innocent children will have a place where those memories are not always in the hallways that they used to feel safe in. I for one would NEVER EVER EVER send my child back to that place! Gun control has NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT HAPPENED!!! If someone wants a damn gun, just like crack and cocaine, they are gonna get the damn thing and there is NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO TO STOP THEM! Opening your eyes and listening to those around you when they say "hey, you might wanna get some help" because you see things they don't going on with their child, or spouse or friend or family member. To choose to ignore the OBVIOUS SIGNS OF TROUBLE, makes you just as guilty as the person committing the crime, in my eyes. Call me a bitch, I really don't care. If you don't like my opinions, don't read them. I pray every day for the safety of our children, and when acts like this happen, I NEVER EVER BLAME GOD!! I blame the EVIL PERSON THAT COMMITTED THE CRIME!!! You can not blame a dman video game either! I can tell you, that as a child, there was NEVER FEAR of walking down the street, going to a friends, going to the mall, riding the bus or train to go hang out with friends....I WAS 10 to 16 years old doing these things. There is NOT A CHANCE of EVER letting one of my grand kids out of my sight when we aren't at home....I HATE THIS!! This is not how we should have to live. Scared to go anywhere, even to answer the door when the bell rings in becoming un-nerving. With the amazing designer drugs that are now readily available at gas stations or over the internet, there is no telling what amazingly innocent child can do if they get hold of these....my God, look what happened in Florida. You will NEVER convince me that a "mentally ill" person could plan so meticulously such an EVIL ACT! This is my way of helping me to heal in the understanding of the horrible acts that are happening around us. We all grieve in our way, and this is my way. To vent and get it out.