Monthly Archives: January 2012

The Find

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I have always been fascinated with archeology. The findings of our ancient world and what they could mean to us in the time. In Mississippi I remember looking at the southern submarine they raised from the mouth of the Yazoo River. Those men sitting scrunched up with their hand cranks. Our forefathers were very ingenious.  I have written a fictional short story that i hope you enjoy reading. You might have figured out by my previous statements it has something to do with archeology, but you wouldn’t have figured it doesn’t have anything at all to do with that submarine.

The Find

I’m falling through the earth. It feels like a giant slide, and I never reach the bottom.  What is going on?  I hear chanting, and I can’t get my eyes open.  I can’t move, what is happening to me?  I can’t open my mouth, but my mind is screaming.  Can I move my hand?  I can turn it slightly but not lift it.  I feel cold stone.  I’m lying on stone. The chanting is louder, I have to open my eyes, but I can’t make them open.

I am Dr. Mary Danvers, from The University of Virginia Archeology Department. For the past three years, I’ve been the Chair of the Archeology Department. I’m in Guatemala studying the ritual sacrifices of the Aztec. My love affair with archeology began as a child, when my father and I found a piece of gold jewelry. It was a gold nugget with a tie, which would let it be worn around the neck.  When my father had the tie radio tested, it shows the age to be AD 620.

My father was strict and extremely straitlaced when it came to rules and regulations. That reason in itself made it difficult for me to understand what my father did the day we found the nugget necklace. He stuck it in his pocket and never mentioned again. The Oxford Archeology Department who was funding my father’s dig made it known that everything found was to be cataloged and turned in. In effect, he stole a nugget necklace that belonged to the university.

My father died six months ago, and as I was going through his safe-deposit box, I found the necklace. I’d forgotten all about it. I’m one of those out of sight, out of mind, kind of people. As soon as I touched it, I knew I’d be returning to the site where the necklace was found.

I made it to the site within three months. There was a force driving me that I couldn’t understand. Everything in my life seems to have led to this moment in time. My years of study about the Inca’s and their belief system would give me information that kept driving me forward.

They worshipped the dead, ancestors, founding culture heroes, their king whom they regarded as divine, nature and its cycles. The worship of nature and its cycles suggest that for them time, and space were sacred, and consequently the calendar was religious, and each month had its own festival.

Another part of Inca religious life was divination. Everything, from illness, to the investigation of crimes, or the definition of what sacrifices should be made to what gods, was all done by consulting the oracles, observing in a dish the meandering of a spider, or disposition of coca leaves, by drinking ayahuasca (a hallucinogen), or even by examining the markings on the lungs of a sacrificed llama.

On special occasions, human sacrifice was practiced, or to ward off a natural disaster. We found where 200 children were sacrificed when a new king ascended to the throne. Adults as well as their animals served as sacrifices also.

My eyes are opening and I can see what is going on around me. I’m naked lying on cold stone. Men and woman are on their knees bowing towards me and chanting something. A man is walking around  the stone. He has to be their religious leader. He has on a robe of bright-colored feathers and a headdress that looks like a crown of feathers. He is holding up the nugget necklace, and a straight blade knife with a gold handle for all to see, then bends down to my face and places the necklace around my neck. Everyone cheers. I know what is happening. I’m going to be their sacrifice. I still can’t speak. This can’t be real the Inca civilization is gone. I know they’re gone and have been for a thousand years. All this feels real, I can’t move my body and that man is coming at me with something that looks like a cockatoo head. No, No, I’m not drinking it, I’m not. He holds my nose, and I feel liquid fire going down into my stomach. The world is fading from sight.

“Dr. Danvers, Dr. Danvers, wake up. Can you hear me, Dr. Danvers?”

One of my students is sitting by my bedside holding my hand as I slowly open my eyes. I could see I was in my tent. What has happened to me?

“We found you by the entrance to the pyramid. You had a high fever and were delirious, ranting about birds and feathers and a gold nugget.”

“I’m wearing a gold nugget necklace that my father found here when I was a child.” I put my hand to my neck but could not find the necklace. “What happened to my necklace?”

“Doctor, you were’nt wearing a necklace when you were found. We did find a gold handled knife by your side.”

“What did you say?”

“We found a knife by your side.”

I know I had that necklace around my neck. Was what happened to me real? It couldn’t have been, but the necklace is gone and the knife is here. The necklace was used in their sacrifices, but so was the knife. What happened makes no sense. Maybe I will find out the meaning in time.

Do You Have One?

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All of us have rants inside of us.  There are times you have to let them out or explode.  There are so many wrong things in our world, but then again there are good things also.  The poor and hungry child may have experienced a good thing because some nice person gave them a candy bar or it could be as simple as a loving touch from their mother.

I am sharing a poem I wrote about hunger. Let me know what your thinking after you read it.

Do we really know

We think we know

Hunger is a strong need for food

I might have an idea as most

Based on not eating when I want

Do we really know

How it feels to be empty

Not knowing when the next bite will be

Do we feel the knowing cramping

The rising nausea

Do we really know

Why thousands starve

As we watch our favorite sport team

While mothers listens to their children cry

Begging for just something to stop the pain

Priorities are amuck in this world

Why should pay millions to play, to sing, to act

As a people we are no better than the Romans’

Gladiator sports for our satisfaction

Let’s watch and cheer while the lions eat.

The video today is on stopping hunger.      http://youtu.be/2p58JYxaGlw

By Axing Parks, Polticos are Stealing the People’s Property

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This is an article that I wanted to share with more people because I agree with it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did.   Our state and national parks are the inheritance to this nation from previous generations. By closing these public lands the states are keeping us from our own property.

Please take the time to follow this link: http://www.nationalmemo.com/content/axing-parks-politicos-are-stealing-peoples-property

 

 

Do you love them or hate ’em

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I bet right now you are wondering loving or hating what, since it can apply to many things in our world. I wish I could say that this blog is about some profound item that affects your life in a really big way, but I can’t.  I want to talk about everyone’s neighbor, the squirrel (nonhuman-kind).

I happen to be one of those people who absolutely love squirrels. I know it is because I had a baby squirrel I raised on a bottle.  Her name of Suzie.  She was the joy of my 12-year old life.  I would let her out of her box every day to climb the trees in the back yard. She would come to me when I called her, as if she were a dog, She was my beloved pet and I’m now 62 years old and my love for that squirrel has never left me.

I’ve had grown mean run backwards from Susie and me.  I don’t know why they would think she was vicious.  They just kept yelling “she’ll bite me.” It didn’t matter how much I told them she didn’t bite, they wouldn’t listen.  Apparently they had caught a wild squirrel and it ate them up. I have heard they do hurt when they bite.

Now I love to watch the squirrels at play, scampering up and down the trees.  I don’t mind sharing my birdseed with them either.  Everyone has to eat you know.  I have just moved so I don’t have my squirrel feeder up. Go to http://www.squirrels.org/ and find out anything you want to know about squirrels.

Now just to be fair, I know there are people who do not like squirrels, besides the men I chased around as a kid (It was funny).  My best friend calls them big rats.  Other people don’t like them because they are industrious and find their way into attics to stay warm and feast on the wiring.  They are maligned for digging in the flower beds and eating the succulent bulbs.

I can’t understand why anyone would dislike them.  They are so cute.  I’ll ask again, do you love them or hate ’em.

Enjoy the video and I wonder what happened to her finger????

Proof Reading is a Dying Art these days!!!!!

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This posting is strictly a copy, but I thought it was cute.  It will give you a chuckle for the day.  A friend of mine sent this to me so I thought I would share it.  Enjoy

Proofreading is a dying art, wouldn’t  you say?  Man Kills Self Before Shooting Wife and Daughter This one I caught in the Tribune the other day and called the Editorial Room and asked who wrote this.  It took two or three readings before the editor realized that what he was reading was impossible!!!  They put in a correction the next day. 

I just couldn’t help but send this along. Too funny.  Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says No kidding, really? Ya think? —————————————————————————-
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers Now that’s taking things a bit far!
  ———————————————————– Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over What a guy! —————————————————————
Miners Refuse to Work after Death No-good-for-nothing’ lazy so-and-so’s! ——————————————————
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant See if that works any better than a fair trial!   ———————————————————-
War Dims Hope for Peace I can see where it might have that effect! —————————————————————-
If Strike Isn’t Settled Quickly, It May Last a While Ya think?! ———————————————————————–
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures Who would have thought! —————————————————————-
Enfield ( London ) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide  They may be on to something! ————————————————————————
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges You mean there’s something stronger than duct tape?   ———————————————————-
Man Up for Battery Struck by Lightning Guilty as Charged? ———————————————-
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group Weren’t they fat enough?! ———————————————– 
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft That’s what he gets for eating those beans! —————- ———————————
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks Do they taste like chicken? ****************************************
Local  High School Dropouts Cut in Half Chainsaw Massacre all over again!

That’ll teach’m to be dropouts! ***************************************************
Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors

Boy, are they tall!

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And the winner is…. Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead Did I read that right? ***************************************************

Now that you’ve smiled at least once, it’s your turn to spread the stupidity. We all need a good laugh, at least once a day!

 

Homonym = Young Adult

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adolescenceWhen I was trying to figure out what genre “The Tower” belonged in, I rummaged a lot of things around in my head.  For some reason I thought about the young adult (teen-ager) of today and those of past generations.  They are all the same, but at the same time they are different.

A homonym is a word that is spelled the same but has a different meaning.  You know, like wound and wound (He wound the bandage tight around the wound.)  I look at todays teens and marvel at their knowledge and ingenuity, but there were teens with knowledge and ingenuity way back when.  If there hadn’t been we wouldn’t be where we are today.  Everyone alive and dead who reached adulthood went though those years.

Speaking as a sixty-two year old, looking back, I can see how through the ages we have remained the same. Customs were different, but the emotions, longing to change the life we had, struggling to become an adult remained the same. Back when I was a young-adult I remember wanting to reach that milestone of sixteen years so I could drive a car, eighteen to vote, twenty-one to drink.  I have to think eons ago a young person was wanting to be older than  they were.  Maybe a young woman could go to the market, or out gathering food without always having someone by her side. A boy wanting to be old enough to go on a hunt with his father. The more we changed, the more we stayed the same.  We have different opportunities because of advancements, but every generation had advancements of some kind.

Do you think young adults from past generations did not find ways to entertain themselves.   Today there is video games. Back whenever there were parlor games, church social, fighting, or whatever.

Do you remember your teenage years with joy in your heart?  They are something you don’t forget. You may want to, but it doesn’t happen.  Where you the top of the social school ladder or an outcast because you were different?  That leads to another conversation, so I won’t go there.  Five of my grandkids are in their teen years and I have to laugh, because now my children are paying for their raising.

Good Intentions, bad results

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How many of us has done something you thought would be so nice and work out wonderfully.  Today, I am posting a short story about a woman with good intentions.    You never know what will happen in this life.  Every action as a reaction.  I hope you enjoy the story.

Good intentions Bad Results

The Road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Friday, April 16, 2010 is a red-letter day.  I have a new job, I live in my own condominium, my health is good, and my family loves me.  I have so many blessings I cannot list them all.

I have a boyfriend, Andy Wilson.  He is such a loving person.  He makes me happy. I keep a smile on my face when I am with him.  I am falling in love, and I never want it to end.  He’s a man who has everything. He is wonderful, happy, smart, rich, educated; handsome beyond words, and is still single.

The doorbell is ringing. I slowly cross the floor and open the door.  “Come in, Andy”.

“Wow, you look wonderful”.  He grabs me, pulls me towards him, and kisses me.

“Dinner will be in about ten minutes, relax for a few minutes.”

“Dinner is served, sir.  We have a standing rib roast, mashed potatoes, Sautéed asparagus’, honey sweetened baby carrots and yeast rolls.  I made fresh strawberry short-cake for dessert.”

“This is wonderful and I don’t want it to end.  Would you care to dance?” Andy asks.  We dance as my mind keeps telling me; this is too good to be true.

“Paula, I don’t feel well.  My throat feels a little tight.”

“Sit down on the couch. Would you like a glass of water”?  His face was beginning to swell, especially around his mouth.

“Andy, I need to call an ambulance for you.  You are beginning to scare me”.  I called 911, gave them the address and went to Andy.

His respirations are fast, and he is starting to squeak when he exhaled. “What is happening to you”, I asked.  He couldn’t answer me.   My mind is screaming, where are they, it is taking too long.  I can hear the sirens. “They are almost here, Andy.  Hold on honey, please hold on.”

I follow the ambulance to the hospital.  It seems I waited forever, and then the door opens and a nurse in scrubs comes to me, and asks if I am the person with Andy Wilson.

Yes, I’m his girlfriend”.

She took my hand, ”I’m so sorry, but we couldn’t save him.”  My world went cold and black.

Andy died from anaphylactic shock.  It turns out he was highly allergic to peanuts.  I kept running our dinner repeatedly through my mind.  Where could he have gotten peanuts with our dinner?

I went to the pantry to get down my oatmeal.  My eyes scanned the shelves; I notice two bottles of oil sitting next to each other.  One was a light corn oil and the other was, the other was, oh my god, it’s peanut oil.  Now I know, I killed my Andy with good intentions.

 

You Can Never be Sure

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My blog today is going back to the subject of writing and publishing.  It was brought to the forefront in my mind today that you can never be sure that your book will come out from the publisher like it was sent to them.  My problem only came to my attention because of a cancelled book tour.  I was told my book was not ready to be toured.  I couldn’t understand what was going on.  I had gone over my book with a fine tooth comb and couldn’t find a problem.

When I received my galley from the publisher they were fine, and I signed off on them and sent them for printing.  I received my author books and they looked great.  That took place about a month ago.  Since that time I have actively been advertising my book and a sold a few ebooks.

Yesterday after my book tour had been cancelled I went back over my book and could find nothing wrong.  It dawned  on me that I’d never looked at my ebook, so I downloaded me a copy to my Kindle.  I looked at the first page and it immediately jumped out at me that something was missing.  In fact it was absent throughout the book.  What had been left out was the italicized print for the characters inner thoughts.  It made it look like I was changing tense in the middle of paragraphs.  When your writing that is a big NO, NO.

I immediately got on the phone with my publisher and told them of the problem.  It took awhile for me to convince them they caused the problem.  I finally got through to the ebook department after explaining the situation to at least three people.  I was then told sometimes the code messes up in the ebooks and it makes an error in printing.

It makes me want to jump up and down screaming at the top of my lungs that I did everything right and it still came out messed up.  So the moral of this story is check your ebooks to make sure they are correct. I made the mistake of assuming because my hard copies were correct my ebook would be also.  Learn from my mistake.

Let’s talk Obama Care

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As a retired RN who has worked in many areas of health care I have seen and experienced our broken health care system.  I have seen and experienced waiting in an emergency room for hours because it is being used like a clinic because lower-income people can’t afford medical care for themselves or their children.

I feel we are being held hostage by the insurance companies who can dictate what our doctors can and can’t do.  Since they have to control their costs and make money, people are denied treatments that can save their life.  I feel every citizen in this country is entitled to medical care and I think the changes that will and have been started by Obama Care is a  good thing.  Why is it wrong for people to help buy insurance in a government-run program?  The citizens of this country have been paying for all of the care given to the poor to start with.  I feel in the long run this can save us money.  I can’t see a problem with them getting supplemented insurance at all. Obama Care will also help decrease the Medicare fraud that is perpetuated by the system in place now.  Wouldn’t that save us a vast amount of money?

I for one applaud the president for taking the initiative to change our health care system.  It is something that should’ve been done long ago.  Politics in this country tries to portray this plan as bad or good.  As I said, it is a new start.  I am not afraid of a new beginning with health care but I know many people are.

I am attaching a Bill Moyer’s video talking about medical lobbyist in Washington. It explains why so much propaganda is spread about anything affecting medicine or drugs.

http://youtu.be/GsIcS7egnyw

Men and combat with the GPS (Global Positioning System)

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I have a husband who always has a better route than the GPS.  Sometimes he is wrong and sometimes he is right.  When we were first getting to know each other (before GPS), he told me he was the great pathfinder.  I have to admit he did pretty darn good.  I on the other hand couldn’t find my way out of a wet paper bag.  The invention of the GPS was a God send for me.  Whatever the GPS tells me to do, I’m doing it.  I have found for myself  if I don’t follow the GPS, I make twenty phone calls asking “where are you located.  I’m at such and such right now. ” It’s a pain in my tail as well as whomever I’m supposed to be seeing at the time.

I sometimes think my husband sees the GPS as a challenge to his manhood.  You know it’s kind of like asking for directions.  We’ve had more than one squabble because he wouldn’t stop and ask for directions.  I never have understood that part of male thinking at all.  That is one of those mysteries of life for me.

I read an article in Reuters of a survey that was done in England concerning the GPS.  Here are five of the conclusions they came up with.

1.  Men are more likely to ignore directions given by their GPS than women.  They have confirmed that men hate asking for directions.

2.  While 83 percent of male drivers regularly rebel against their GPS, less than three-quarters of woman disobey the devices.

3.  “A sat nav should aid your own navigational abilities rather than replace them,” said Steve Chelton (clearing my throat as I think “man”.)

4. Over one-third of drivers said the GPS had led them between one and five miles way, and half of these said the GPS had triggered an argument with a passenger.

5. Of 3000 motorists surveyed, almost two-thirds said they  kept a map in their vehicles “just in case.”

I have to admit that I have a map in my car just in case the GPS breaks.  It has happened to me and the anxiety it caused taught me to always have a back-up.  Sometimes I have to waste paper because I print off directions from Google or Map Quest to where I’m going.  When I do that it makes me feel guilty for wasting our resources.

That survey  done in England  continued to show me people are people and we tend to share the same problems, no matter what country it’s in.