Follow The Tracks Back Into The Past, Through The Looking Glass Of Time...


Follow The Tracks Back Into The Past, Through The Looking Glass Of Time...




"When I Look Around,


I Think This Is Good Enough...

And I Try To Laugh At Whatever Life Brings...

Cause When I Look Down,

I Just Miss All The Good Stuff...

And When I Look Up,

I Just Trip Over Things...."

~~Ani DiFranco


Saturday, March 23, 2013

The more you know...(shooting star)


Full Disclosure: I originally wrote this post on March 23, 2013. it will show up as being posted on that day ... But the introduction I added today (November 19, 2013 - 12:45 am CST.. It's a Tuesday. It's cold outside. And windy.) is from what the March 23, 2013 me would view as a "future self".. I have concluded that this equates to actual time travel and I have made my own version of "BACK TO THE FUTURE"  ... :) 
<some of my fiances computer desk ornaments :) yeah, I see you.  Check out that Delorian. Cool, huh? It's doors are functional!!> 

Anyway, I discovered today that I somehow never actually published this  and instead, I saved it as a draft... And there it sat... Unpublished... Until this very moment right now TODAY!!!! Woooo! Go me! This isn't really something I should feel the need to celebrate finally accomplishing. It literally would have taken me 3 seconds to publish. Instead, when you account for the time I have spent typing this here paragraph.. I have successfully spent too much time on this task ... Too much =  20 minutes and 57 seconds too long. 

Anyway, if you continue to read on, you will soon discover why I felt that writing the paragraph above was totally necessary (it's not. But whatever). And that reason is because it illustrates the main point of what this whole thing below was written about in a nut shell.  And that's fucking funny as hell to me.  

need to laugh at myself, to find the humor in everything... If I don't, the emotions of the world end up piling on top of each other all around me, and in my heart and mind.  Writing like I am now also helps me deal with life in general.  

I'm really going to work on making this blog thingy a big part of each day/week or whatever .. 

How else am I gonna remember ALL OF THE THINGS!!!??! 

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-ill-never-be-adult.html?m=1

(I  encourage all to check out this blog if you haven't already, and this post of here in which I am specifically referencing all bolded and underline-y and shit.  That's when you know I mean business folks. ;)

This concludes my unnecessary prologue to this equally unnecessary post which I wrote months and months ago and then somehow forgot to actually publish the post.

< This llama doesn't give a fucking shit. >
              

                       *****
AND SO BEGINS ANOTHER TRUE LIFE DRAMA THAT IS ... The Days of MY Life:
Well, I am pretty ridiculous. BUT i am also kinda funny sometimes I think, so hopefully that balances out the ridiculousness enough to not cause people to want to punch their own faces and also my face.. At the same time... Simultaneous ridiculousness induced self-face punches with one hand as well as non-self face punches directed at my face with their other hand. Did this invoke a spectacular mental image for you too!? Cuz i know it certainly did for me. Ahhhh, yes. Visual thinking is FUN!
POP QUIZ!: name where this quote is from, and be specific. Well, as specific as you could get I suppose... All you really have to do is name what movie it's from.
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Lucas: Joe, I think it's gonna be okay.
Joe: What makes you think that?
Lucas: Who knows where thoughts come from? They just appear.
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I'll give you a hint. The movie title has 2 words in it and those 2 words in itself could also be used to describe the important documents and idk, maybe records of some super ancient civilization that is led by a person who would be referred to as "emperor". An emperor is kind of like a president except emperors were super into doing things like crucifying hoards of peeps and putting heads on poles after be-heading someone pretty much just for the fun of it. They also really likes grapes, bath houses, in many cases preferred promiscuous relations with young boy prostitutes (like under 13) over promiscuous relations with grown women prostitutes with giant boobs who had an affinity to let those girls out for some fresh air, like 24/7. They pretty much had no need for tops, basically.
Alright, so now that I have provided you with what I think is probably the most epic hint EVER.... Name this movie... You have 25 seconds... The clock is ticking loudly with each second... Jeopardy music is playing in the background while you write your answer on the super cool jeopardy style final round screen thingies that I have so kindly provided you with...
You look as if you were writing a lot of shit down for that whole 25 seconds.. Were you just fake writing that whole time or what? Cuz your answer should only be 2 words.
Beep beep beep!!! Times up. Let's reveal your answers.
If you don't know the answer then you really don't deserve to know in the first place - my clues are probably the greatest clues that have ever been given for anything in the entire history of time.
There really was no point to any of this. It's okay though because I am 99.9% sure that no one is going to read this blog anyway, so fuck it - ill do what I want! It's my blog and not yours and it even has my name on it. So THERE! Take that. In your face. Sucka...
I don't even remember why I started writing this in the first place. My opening statement to this entry acknowledges that i realize how ridiculous I am and can be - and even though I never really managed to expand on why I was making that statement in the first place - I am pretty sure that the entirety of this blog post provides perfect evidence of my super ridonkulousness and all of its red hot fire-y but super cool and witty and sarcastic glory! BWAHAHAHAHA!
Oh! I remember now! It was to copy and paste what I just wrote in an email that I sent to my dad and my friend Cara with a picture attached of my baby boy sleeping in the car seat and being super cute and stuff. I am mostly posting a copy of this because I don't want to forget it and how fantastically ridiculous it truly is... Lol. Keep in mind that I truly did not have any intention of rambling on and on like this at all. I was just gonna send the picture and not write anything at all... But then something obviously compelled me to create this novel of an email:
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To: BFF4EVA, Daddy, And Myself
Subject: Proof that Charlie is probably the cutest baby that ever was!
March 23, 2013 @ 1:54 PM
If not the cutest in the entire world, then he is definitely in the top 10 and should get some sort of trophy or a stylish sash that states his super cuteness level. He fell asleep in the car on the way home from sephies vet appt and of course I had to stop and take this before I got him out of the car :) just wanted to share! Cara, just go back on Facebook dammit! Please? You can do it under a totally fake persona and name even. Even if it's just for me only. I will be your only fb friend Cara, and I would be proud of it! Just like in 3rd grade when Sam decided to announce to the whole class that I wasn't her best friend anymore for no reason at all other then, idk, maybe because I was just way too cool to handle and also wasn't afraid to tell it like it is when shit needed to be told! You remember Cara? Hurt and sad and embarrassed cuz this was in front of everyone, i said to myself "well now who is going to be my best friend :( *sniffle sniffle* *eyes tearing up*"... and this is where you enter the story Cara.. From across the room (somehow you were able to hear me say this quietly to myself, or maybe it was telepathically heard, that would make the most sense lol) - sitting at your desk which was RIGHT next to the teachers  desk cuz you were such a little trouble maker, I hear an enthusiastic voice shout "I'll be your Best Friend Leah!!" - And that was that. BFF4EVA. So whats my point? Why am I writing this novel of an email that now includes this touching childhood memory?! BECAUSE YOU NEED TO COME BACK TO FACEBOOK, that's why. believe it or not (im walking on air.. hahaa) i did not intend for this email to include so many words and run on sentences and my trademark abuse of parenthesis usage at its finest.
I don't have ADHD at all, I swear... Really... Ha ha.. Ha... Ha. .
And DADDY! I haven't forgotten you, don't worry! I know you will probably see this picture on fb and stuff but I wanted to email you the full size file so you can maybe make it the wall paper for your laptops desktop screen. You know you want to. Do it. DO IT! :)
Did you do it? All you have to do is right click on the picture when you download it and then click on "set as wall paper"... I think... You might have to go into the control panel and then to "Desktop Appearance" or something similar to that (it's an icon of a computer screen thingy lol) and then you change it there - I know what you are thinking... "Wow my daughter is so technologically intelligent! She should totally be an IT help desk person who helps people do shit on their computers and stuff!" Hahahahaha. My point is that you should definitely make this picture your wallpaper and you should do this right now. :) BTW, do you know if you are going to have to work on Easter?? Or if the kids will be coming at all?? I hope they can, but I'm sure something else is probably going on elsewhere :( just wait till you see what Charlie is going to be wearing... It's pretty awesome...! Lol :)
Btw, only the coolest babies wear their hats like this - Charlie would like you to know that. Also he would like you to know that he really loves that green melissa and Doug snake toy thing you see in his lap. He guards it with his life. He even looks like he has his hand in a fist just incase anyone (or toy monsters who ruin children's days by eating their toys for no good reason at all. They don't even need to eat toys to survive, toys are like snacks to them, you know.) tries to snatch it from him.
Okay I'm done now. I need a nap. Love you both!!
Leah Bo Beah OUT!

Sent from my iPhone
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YAY! The task I set out to accomplish initially is now complete! WOW! It's super hard for me to do that. Silly sounding I know, but I'm sure you have gathered that it is quite difficult for me just by reading this post alone (and by you I mean NO ONE.. Cuz no one will read it. I've sent links out to some people in the past, including my fiancé and baby daddy, and he didn't/won't ever read it. Soooo yeah. If someone really IS reading this that isn't me - please comment and make me aware of your existence!! It would mean more to me than most people, in really super sappy and emotional ways... LOL.)
I'm done with this shit.
Peace out mother fuckers.
Love,
Leah ❤


Saturday, December 29, 2012

Things I do When I Am Bored

Hey, Charlie is sleeping and I'm stuck at home. Gotta entertain myself somehow!!







:)

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Random Thought

The mom in those "TRUE MOO" chocolate milk commercials doesn't question or become startled at all by the sudden appearance of some overly excited creepy molester looking milk man guy shouting at her, but instead reacts to the whole situation more like it is as if she has never heard of chocolate milk before. Can this chocolate milk drink thingy really exist? She just appears to be so skeptical and oblivious all at the same time.

http://youtu.be/qN5S0fCF5rY


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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Collages

The title is self explanatory.





































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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

If you are human, please read.

"you may say im a dreamer... But im not thrme only one." : A Mission Statement Manifesto ( if you are human, please read )


Watching Forrest Gump and feel compelled to express that this movie is great. The underlying message is inspiring. Forrest Gump wasn't stupid at all, if anything his character is one that is fundamentally and purely a savant like genius-unbiased and Raw-able to find profound meaning and beauty and appreciation in every life experience. Totally untainted by the corrupt, unjust, racist/sexist/everything that ends in "ist" basically, irrational, self serving, cruel and harsh society which surrounds him. It may be a diff time and diff generation than that which is reflected upon in the movie, but times really haven't changed all that much if you think about it and have in many ways devolved to a totally ridiculous and frustrating level. I mean really. Wtf!? History f-ing repeats itself. Always has and always will until the day that earthlings FINALLY realize that maybe shit really does need to change dramatically in the way we think/behave/perceive/react/handle any type of conflict that could arise basically. Maybe it will take some kind of global threat like an alien invasion or asteroid or whatever for that to truly happen...For everyone that lives on this planet and breathes the same air to realize that we are all by far and unequivocally more alike then we will ever be different, regardless of any superficial and trivial thing like color of skin, religion, social standing, gender, language, how much money someone has or doesn't have, etc. That shit just doesn't matter when it comes down to it. History has been taught as having always been something that repeats itself. But it doesn't have to be that way. That doesn't have to continue ... It will if everyone just sits back and accepts it as something that just "is the way it is" and that theres nothing that one single person can do to change that. Well, to anyone who has that attitude towards anything... I call BULLSHIT. How the F does anyone know what is or is not possible ???? If they claim that something is impossible just because that's how it is then they need to be debriefed and un-brainwashed ASAP. Seriously. A society is like one big giant cult. Snap out of it people. Open your eyes and minds and hearts and truly see the vast amount of possibility that is out there. All it takes is effort. Time. Empathy... How is it that I know all of these things and am able to see the bullshit everywhere and express passionately about it like I am right now .. And still not be taken seriously at all really. Will anyone read this? Not holding my breath. Will anyone have any response/comment/contribution to any of this? History of my life has conditioned me to expect that no one will, because that is what I have been repeatedly shown anytime I bust out the activist in me. Silence. Ambivalence. Finding myself discouraged by a painful state of completely not ever being truly acknowledged at all and an utterly frustrating sense of invisibility, that no matter what I say or do or how much effort and energy I put into something - it doesn't even seem to matter at all. Well despite all of that, I refuse to just give up and shut my face and look pretty. F that BS. I won't give up. Maybe one of these ranting sessions will actually be read and/or taken to heart someday. Maybe one of these times all that I have to say will ignite the dormant fire and spirit of revolutionary proportion that I believe resides within us all. Maybe not. The point is, it's not impossible at all and I refuse to prescribe to the notion that 1 person can't make a profound difference towards living long enough to see the day where the whole worlds population lives in peace.. Where everything is better.. Fair... And that it is appreciated for being that way... achieving that which benefits all and not only a few will always yield more and more and more of all of these so called utopian ideas I apparently have. You may say I'm a dreamer... But dammit, I know that I definitely CAN NOT be the only one. Dreamers unite!! show yourselves, come together, prove to me that you exist! Please!! Dont be afraid, that's exactly how the "evil" powers that control us all want us to be. Come out from under your rocks and the darkness and soak up the light. Who's with me? Anyone? Is what I am saying at least valid and thought provoking? Prove to me that I am in fact not invisible or alone in these thoughts and feelings I have just spilled right out of my brain for all to see. Just like a photograph, in order for the meaning of anything to be ultimately exposed and appreciated, it must first be SEEN by just one EYE and then be documented on film, which must then be harvested in complete darkness, developed with love and care, and then finally be exposed in all it's glory by pure and untainted Light!! How's that for an analogy!?! :o) whether you disagree or agree with anything I have said in this little rant of mine, make your opinion known! Unlike the major social institutions currently in place, I will not judge or ridicule anyone who disagrees with me and welcome any kind of challenge or debate among differing viewpoints with an open mind, heart, and arms :o)


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Monday, May 30, 2011

Look, That Hula Hoop Is Nicking!

Yeah, I'm that lazy right now.. Can't copy and paste on iPhone app so .. Here's something EVEN BETTER!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiag3AGfDAw&feature=youtube_gdata_player

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