Yesterday in Nebraska it felt exactly like a day in Honolulu. The sun was warm, the breeze was cool. The best of both worlds. And yesterday, while looking through pictures taken last winter, I singled out this one to share. Daughter Sara snapped it “through a glass, lightly”. A different view of Waikiki Beach, made possible by the dandy handy iPhone.
27 Jul 2014 3 Comments
Years ago when Gene and I took our winter vacations in Honolulu we had the opportunity several times to attend a show presented by Dr. Richard Ireland, an amazing psychic. He often opened his show by bringing someone onto the stage and telling them their social security number. He was always right. He could tell a serviceman where all he had been stationed, he could tell a parent how many kids they had and gave their names. Stuff like that. Then he asked people to send their questions up to him and he answered them. His answers were specific and helpful. People asked about their families, their jobs, their future, etc.
One evening I sent a question up. Something simple, and he never answered it because it was not important. But he called my name and asked me to stand up. “You are also a psychic,” he said. “Do you believe that?”
I said “Yes, but only because I believe everyone is psychic,”: and he said I was exactly right and that he performed for the public only as an opportunity to teach that everyone has the ability to use this sensitivity in their lives.
I ran across a picture yesterday that made me remember those days and Dr. Ireland, and I went to the computer to see if he is mentioned there. Well of course he was, although he died some years ago. His son has written about him. I found a video showing Dr. Ireland on the stage. Although you “had to be there” to believe the awesomeness of his ability, this will give you an idea.
I can’t seem to post a clickable address for you, but please go to You Tube and type in Dr. Richard Ireland. From the choices, watch both Dr. Richard Ireland Part I and Part II. He was amazing. Dr. Ireland was not a fake. He was a Christian and wanted to put people in touch with their own spiritual abilities.
You will enjoy this.
25 Jul 2014 2 Comments
For years now the following lists of winners have been sent around. I think they are hilarious. I wish I had thought of them.
However, I read that the Washington Post did run such a contest . . but many years ago. Who knows how old these lists are. And Mensa says someone added their name as sponsor, but they have nothing to do with these lists.
So we’ll just not worry about the origin or the timing, but just enjoy the words. You know how I love words.
Here are the winners:
1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject
financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.
2. Ignoranus: A person who’s both stupid and asshole.
3. Intaxicaton: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize
it was your money to start with
4. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
5. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
6. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid
7. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
8. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn’t get it.
9. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.).
11. Karmageddon: It’s like, when everybody is sending off all these really badvibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer.
12. Decafalon (n): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
13. Glibido: All talk and no action.
14. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
15. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you’ve
accidentally walked through a spider web.
16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom
at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you’re eating.
And here’s another list that goes around and around . . . . .
And the winners are:
1. Coffee, n. The person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted, adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.
3. Abdicate, v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade, To attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly, adj. Impotent.
6. Negligent, adj. Absent mindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.
7. Limph, v. To walk with a lisp
8. Gargoyle, n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence, n. Emergency vehicle that picks up someone
who has been run over by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash, n. A rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle, n. A humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude, n. The formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon, n. A Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster, n. A person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism, n. The belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent, n. An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.
14 Jul 2014 1 Comment
I don’t have one. I don’t have a green thumb. Still, I needed a little beauty here this spring so I bought a blooming geranium for the lanai. It is doing fine. I ordered plumeria starters from Hawaii and Malaysia. The Malaysian one . . which was to be orange and purple . . died quite soon. The Hawaiian pink plumeria has been slow, a green stick, looking a bit like a cucumber. sticking out of the soil and showing no promise at all for weeks and then when I’m about to give up, it sprouts two leaves. It’s alive! I love plumeria and I had developed a small garden of them a few years ago but they were taken out by an unexpected temperature dip in the spring. I will show you later my plumeria when it becomes a plant.
Meanwhile I bought a hibiscus, a big flourishing plant, and after a couple of weeks it’s leaves began turning yellow and falling off. My son, visiting, doctored it soundly, and my daughter, visiting, blessed it. And then, even in it’s dwindled state, the plant presented me this morning with a luscious flower. I think the lesson must be about faith and not giving up on anything too soon.