"Remember, life is like a box of chocolates, and then the fucking birds eat your kids."
To Misunderstood...this was one freakin GREAT comment on the Bored! Superb!
misunderstood~ "magesty" ... ooooooh, old english gets me hot and bothered every time :) ..... Rennie
"i am the gurl who knows everything"....amazing. This newest crop of young writers is quite possibly the best the Blender's ever seen. And Misunderstood, that comment, as I said above, sums it all up perfectly--what Forrest WOULDA said if he'd been just a LIL BIT smarter....
;)
It's usually people that have no children that say things like misunderstood did. Those of us that have children know how serious it is and start teaching vowell sounds, reading and spelling skills as soon as they utter a grunt. That there is such poverty of mind and spirit out there is a travesty but then of course one billion people live on less than one dollar a day while we drive big gas guzzling cars and live to the finest. My own mother would not have let me live if I had acted like any of these children. Her version was swat first and explain NEVER.
bk
Dee!!!
Didja get the Nipples collage and stuff I sent awhile back??? I sent a thank you card to Gavin from xanga...he lives in the UK...and he never got it. He sent me a painting of the Brooklyn Bridge that I requested and I never received it. Grrrr!!@@##$$$$%% Oh, I've got another new name at xanga. I'm plopplopfizzfizz. I got it from that old Alka Seltzer commercial."Plop plop fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is!" Hope you're enjoying your new home!
rennielorca-yes. i have liked it. but ppl up there are so scared to talk about what they have gone threw.. i want somone to talk to about it.. the site is nice. and i do go there often..but its not what i wanted it to be.. ut that xanga i think it was called that someone had brought up, i do like it and i have a account i guess u would call it.. so thanks to who ever had said that but i cant reamber who it was!
Cordovagirl ~ ??? ...amazing piece of work...I just loved it...thank you for sharing and welcome aboard
carol~ this reads almost identical to your life, no? http://www.usanetwork.com/movies/secretcutting/syn.html There are some forums/discussion boards and chats for "dysfunctional" behavior. You might have a bit more luck using that to narrow down an understanding group where you can talk about this. In the meantime, good to see you having a positive outlook toward your future by wanting to find a good place to deal with this ..... Rennie
carol~ see if this site has some answers for you: http://www.teenadviceonline.org/ and I'd love to see some love and romance poetry from you here ..... Rennie
RennieLorca ~ Thanks for what you said. I don't write very much and probably never will....... sometimes it's good to get things outta my head and writing's a good way to do it.
~faichetta~
Wow, B.K. that would be a serious trip. Instead of the cute cooing and cawing, the priceless babbling of your children, they grunt. Your dream of their first words being "mama" "dadda" or even "baa-baa" or shattered when they grunt like a savage vocalizing his/her approval as they tear at the jugular of a downed gazelle. No wonder your mother beat you and didn't explain why. Oh and you assuming that misunderstood doesn't have any children isn't very fair. How would you feel if someone were to liken you to an overweight housewife with the biblical full quiver of children (blessed are you....)with nothing to do but ridiculously glorify ones self in the small world of the "Blender". Leamas snidely states in an exaggerated whisper: "Which isn't real".
Ms. Rennie, how are you doing my clever little vixen. Old English you say, I pictured you as a boxed Chardonnay myself.
Well all it's been sweat, wait I meant sweet. Whew, I'm sure glad I caught that, I'd hate to be crucified for my lack of discipline.
I will leave you guys (not gender specific)alone, and go in search for another tribe of gazelle chewing, Thunderbird drinking, children dispensing bent backs where I might too be a god.--LEAMAS
BK ~ Misunderstood's reference about "and then the fucking birds eat your kids" comes from Leamas's Ode to the Squirrel. Just thought you might like to know. And hey, I'm a parent and I thought it was absolutely hilarious! LOL!
-Teej
It's sad to see people here especially the regular writers abuse each other so often. I hope all of you do believe in the principles of tolerance and compassion. Love and respect I feel are the two main factors which unite people. I just don't see this in this room. What's more sad is that the name of this site is www.loveblender.com
Well here is an intersting story for all of you. Hope this story will change the hearts of some of you.
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A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole
which he carried across his neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and
always
delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot
arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the
bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for
which
it was made. But, the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection,
and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been
made to do.
After years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, the cracked pot spoke
to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I
want
to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because
this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your
house.
Because of my flaws, you have work to do and you don't get full value from
your efforts."
The bearer smiled and said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were
flowers
only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's
because
I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side
of
the path. Every day as we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I
have
been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you
being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the
house."
Moral:
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the
cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so interesting
and
rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good
in them.
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
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THANK YOU
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL
WITH A LIFE FULL OF HAPPINESS AND TRUE LOVE.
Rennie- I would love to take your advice and talk to my mother, and I have tried many times to speak to her about things that have happened in school and about my feelings. She is not really comprehensive about what I talk about. And I am sure she knows my feelings are important she just does not know how to address them.
And just to fill you in, I am not "depressed" anymore. I was involved in an active part of the drama club at my school, and though I have been in plays before, this part really helped me and made me actually be happy with myself. I think acting will really help me in life. (Who knows, maybe you will see me in the movies or on the television some day).
Some of my writings have been about the lowest point in my life so far, but as I look back on those days, I realize that I made myself that way. I was focusing on what others thought and did. I thought it was how I should be acting, and what I should be doing. I have learned to be my own person, and not care what others think. I have found true friends that appreciate me. And I am being positively influenced now. I have found my self in a much happier piece of mind.
What I really want to tell you is thank you. Thank you for noticing that I'm maturing. And thank you for being proud.
Thank you all for helping me through lifes walk.
P.S.-Everyones submissions has been wonderful, and I still enjoy reading everyday.
leamus~ you picture me any old way you wish. :) I'd imagine you picture me often, don't you? I don't drink or do drugs, and am still out of the box (or any box) and this side of the grass. I help children, fragile and gruff adults on a regular basis elsewhere, so insults don't work with me, but establishing a means for dialogue will. If you need me to, I'll picture you as le cold square until I can learn to love ya and write a love poem for you. If you're looking for perfection, I won't give it to you. That should be evident from the lines left undone so anyone can crit. Vixen, right ... raposo is a fox, but you knew that. I'm denmother to a bunch of foxtrotters. More poetry please ..... Rennie
jim~ "lack of ..." Rennie lobs a sack of movie popcorn at ya! Notes there are no flowers on my desk. And ... the last card you sent was 1942 ... was that EVER a summer!
Cattie~ glad to see you finding something that works for you. I have friends who've been in plays, plays on and off Broadway, movies, dinner theatre, commercials, singers, movie score composers .... Dream, because anything is possible. I wish you the stars, and hope you write about your journey there ..... Rennie
May passion eradicate all blender plagues.
whoa, I've been so busy travelling and distracted by life and love that I didn't realize I had been included on the front page picks. Thank you Blender Keeper!!!
jwb71913: Springer Spaniel Well said.
Cordovagirl ~ ???. Loved it!
Abbygabby ~ hideaway. Excelent imagery!
Sush ~ The Turquoise Trader's Wife: a Letter. Your best yet. Impressive.
Back to the Better part of the Blender.
Peace. Love.
-Teej
So I didn’t win any spelling bees, but I made it through my Masters. Woohoo, I win (I am actually doing the little ‘I win’ dance right now). Listen…its not about the clothes you have or the car you drive. Just as long as you can sit up in your little tower, nay saying, and sing about how your butt cheeks is warm. That’s all the matters.
Whip crack with my whippy tail.
-Jack Black
misunderstood~ congrats and woohoo for ya! When I'm mobile again, I'll do my own little dance since it might feel good ;-). I also missed a list of "I likes" I found on the old steno pad today -- one was your Why I Stay ... you spell correctly, you put lots of secretaries (admin assistants) and editors out of jobs :). Frankly, I enjoy the challenge in translating. I also look forward to more of your work ..... Rennie
Jessica---I don't apologize for being so blunt with you. I will say you rattled my chains with that poem. You didn't want to try to realize what I was really saying to you, because you think I'm personally attacking you. Your anger gets in the way. You can yell in here or call me any name you want, if that makes you feel better, but please read what I've written below and try to put your anger aside and see what I'm trying to get you to see. If your poem hadn't sparked serious concern for me, I wouldn't have bothered to comment on you as a poet. Your poetry has nothing to do with it, because I've never said anything bad about anyone's poetry. I generally just don't say anything at all. I really hope you can find someone older to talk to, because you're so confused and you're hurting in more ways than you even realize. To me, that poem was a cry for attention and for help, because you're not getting what you need mentally at home. What I mean in lay man's terms is, you don't seem to think anyone's on you side. There are people out there to help. Please let them. I'm not commenting anymore at all on you and Carol's situation, though. Both you girls have been made aware of sources for help, but we can't make you get help if you're not wanting it, I wish the best for you. If you do want to talk sometime, my email is in my account.
hrw-- Considering that you say that you are 20, a full
eight years older than Jessica and a few older than Carol, don't you think that you could give them some direction in life? I hope, sincerely, (especially since you say you have a child) that you would try to make relationships that are abusive unappealing to the girls. As an adult, you should have sat Jessie down and talked to her when you seen that poem, especially since it's about you. Warning bells should have went off like sirens in your head! Do you want her to grow up and seek affection in the form of a fist from a man? I was wrong to be so graphic with her, I know. I wanted her to realize that when violence is used against you, it's not love. The poem is a child seeing a man hit a woman, knowing that it is wrong, and still wanting that kind of relationship simply because she craves attention and affection--even when it's ultimately making a person feel even more belittled, confused, unwanted, and unloved. I was trying to make Jess see that that's the wrong kind of attention. An abused woman may feel special or "loved" after a beating when the man lavishes the fake "I'm sorry" and "It'll never happen again", but it will. Is that kind of attention worth dying for? Especially when you have children. These kind of relationships are very hard to get out of, because a lot of violent me are also very pocessive, jealous, and angry. They will not accept that the relationship is over,a and they tend to stalk you. Police and restraining orders can't protect you all the time, and most men are too arrogant to think they'll be caught or they don't care. Statistics show that most fatal domestic violence cases occur when a woman tries to leave the abuser. In other words, it's a lot harder to get out of the relationship and it's better to never start it. Please sit Jess and Carol both down since you can talk to them face to face and they may trust you enough to talk, and let them know that a amn doesn't love you if he beats you, whether it's a father, husband, boyfriend, uncle, brother, or a stranger. Pound into their heads that if a man ever hits them, turn tail and run as fat as you can away from him! AND TELL SOMEONE WHAT HAPPENED!! Please enforce that when he turns right around regains his charm with the false apologies, gifts, and yes, tears, that HE IS INSINCERE AND LYING. This is a control measure and sometimes eases his own guilt, along with the fact that he's shaming you into not talking about the situation to your family and friends, which he will also try to seperate your from these people by any means possible. Usually family or friends have approached the woman before with questions of abuse, and the woman denies this , of course. She feels that this is her man and that he loves her, so she defends him. He will manipulate a woman into defending him for hitting her! It's all about control and power. Eventually, a woman will find herself not just making excuses for him, but losing what's left of her self esteem and thinking that the abuse is her fault. (Examples: If I'd had dinner on time, I wouldn't have made him mad. If the baby hadn't have cried last night and woke him up, I wouldn't have said that to him and he wouldn't have him me. I know how upset he gets, I shouldn't run my mouth and pushed him.) A woman will also get deep feelings of being ashamed of herself, thinking "No one else's man does this to them, therefore I'm a bad person".
Does everyone still think I'm cold-hearted and picking on children? Can you not see the real issue and the fact the these little girls need to be warned? Jessie's poem scared the bejesus out of me, thinking that a little girl has been taught that this is love? Angry, me? HELL YES! Honestly, I thought she may have written it to make light of the situation, but I see that wasn't true.
I apologize to everyone for being so off topic, and I hope the best for Carol and Jess's family, though I don't think the Blender will be helpful, other than an outlet if they're writing love poetry. Sometimes a subject comes up on the board, and I have my tangents, and this one was one that upst me and I had to get on my soap box. I look back at some of my comments I wrote in the heat of the moment, and I realized how much personal info. that I posted here, which I shouldn't have I should have emailed Jessie or Carol in a more private way. I'll never get this persoinal on the Blender again, unless it's through submissions. I'm not a doctor and I don't play one on TV, so I'll leave it to the professionals. I'm leaving this subject alone now and getting back to writng poetry, my purpose for being here.
Neither lemas nor misunderstood have any kids I would make bet and for your information lemas, my babys first grunt was the mercury stuff he did the first day he was born ha. It had nothing to do with his first word. There was the cutest little utterance with it ha (Guess I'm still stuck in teej's shit.)
As for beatings ha never, I have no tolerance for pain, she only had to look at you and you knew what she meant. You learned to play chess with her at an early age. She had it rough coming up, she knew she wanted a better way and she made sure she got it..not lay in in and whined it. There's always another way if you look for it hard enough.
Teej; I stopped reading lemas with the gun in the mouth and to the head..somehow KISSING poems are FAR more relevent in my mind. (Read Michaels Moores STUPID WHITE MEN) Guns are not us.
Kindred's right some lovely poetry thank goodness.
Violet; When is the wedding? Your latest was lovely
Misti; I am most happy to see you here and writing for us again.
Chances; you'd better not go anywhere or we will hunt you down and bring you back. ha
Jack; If you are reading this please check in with us! PLEASE.
bk
Kase; No one thinks you are against children in any way. We are not professionals here and why they picked this site heaven only knows.
Question? Hey kids why did you pick loveblender?
It is exasperating because you care deeply and don't want to see them hurt. You know, you've been there and thank goodness you have better now. There is light at the end of the tunnel or as in the Wizard of Oz, "Follow the Yellow Brick Road!!! A little Zen song for the kiddies and lemas and misunderstood and teej today..ha (You had best find the wizard in yourself to find what you are lacking and quit bullying other people)
Kase you are fine darlin, just like me, all you can do is be who you are and care deeply and try. None of us are perfect.
bk
Misti, I did! I sent you a thankyou card -- it was right around the time you disappered (I'm guessing you didn't get it....) TK really likes the 'angel michael card' you sent, and he carries it around with him, some nights we even have to prop it up on his bedside table so he can see it, or other nights he puts it under his pillow. :-)
I'm pretty sure leamas has kids. Yup. Almost positive. :-)
Rennie: ONE DAY WITHOUT A WARNING was really an amazing piece, although, all of your pieces are. - Dana
Kindred_Spirit49: Alone... was truly moving. I could "feel" your words.
i am a new member of the loveblender and i look forward to sharing romantic works with you all - i have been a longtime reader and enjoy many of your works here
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Holy psycho Batman.
Don't worry Robin, there's a way to deal with these things.
Golly Batman, you always know what to do!
That's right, Robin. Now reach over there and hit that red button.
This one?
That's right.
IGNORE
That was a fucking masterpiece.
On behalf of all the anarchist malcontent artists who populate "Tha Blenda," a hearty thanks,Blue!
Sincerely,
Inflatable Sushi & Co.
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