My Parents Were Awesome

I found a link to this nifty website,

My Parents Were Awesome

People send in photos of their parents, grandparents, and on into antiquity when they were young, hip and beautiful.

It's a very cool site!

I'll have to dig thru a few boxes to find one of them together, but in their day they looked pretty good!

All ticks of the 'Geological Clock' are not created equal

Turn the sound up.

Plastic

I found these photos online and felt that they show one real impact of our plastic use choking the life out of the sea. I know these are 'just seagulls' and 'seagulls eat anything' but I found these shocking.

I wonder what other animals out there are living their daily lives with a belly full of plastic that we don't use anymore?

I'm also reminded of that silly commercial that the plastic manufacturers keep airing to make sure we still feel good about their products.

"Plastics make it possible."

Dr. Jack McPherson, PHD

I am proud to have known Jack by my association with his son John, and his parents Dick and Nora. On every occasion that I was fortunate enough to meet Jack, he was kind, thoughtful, and a wonderful person to talk with.



Jack had the incredible fortune to have Dick and Nora McPherson for parents. They taught him kindness, goodness, hard work, and the value of a good education. Jack's children are some of the finest men and women I know.
Some I know well and some I do not.



Jack cared about people. He taught right up until 2 weeks prior to his death. He didn't believe in self pity, or sitting and waiting for death. He believed in hope. He engenders trust and hope in others.






I find all of the McPhersons to be a remarkable family. From Great Grandpa Dick who passed 2 years ago, all the way down to my dear young Emily. Intelligent, caring, and loving. This does not happen by accident. Jack instilled these principles in his children and now they have children of their own. His love and his work ethic are now evident in them.

This photo is 5 generations



Jack honored his father's love by returning to their native Scotland to bond more closely with the families' roots. As he traveled with his sons, they also felt the deep connection and value their heritage to this day. Jack knew that family was the most important link of all. Now that family remembers him with love and respect.

May the Road Rise to Meet You, Jack.

Death - I know you.

Death and I go way back. Because I was a white girl in health care in Oklahoma, I got to take care of lots of sick rich people. Some got better. Most died. I learned the careful art of comforting the grieving left alive by helping them process what had just happened or what was happening right before them.

Because I wasn't superstitious about death, I worked in a funeral home at 16, and was more than comfortable with the dead by the time I graduated from high school. There, death was like a salesman - one face to the public, and another more real face behind the scenes. The work of death really was work.

Working in nursing homes, care facilities for greviously ill and injured children, death was my constant companion as I attempted to work my way through college. All day at school we talked about the afterlife, then I'd go to work and watch people go into the afterlife. Since so many other nurse's aides were scared to be around dying or dead people, I became the person who 'did that'. I cannot even begin to estimate how many people I sat with as they went through the process of dying. Holding their hands, whispering comforting things to them, hearing their last breath. Wondering what roads they had taken to die here, with only a stranger to comfort them.

All of these experiences gave me knowledge and wisdom when those close to me have died. Chip. Grandmother. If nothing else had ever happened, being able to look my mother in the eye and tell her without a doubt that her mother was in no pain anymore and why - - that was worth all those nights in all those hospitals and nursing homes. Death's terror was lessened - - I won back just a bit that day.

I look upon all of these people I have been with at the point of death as people who have given me a great privelege. I will never give birth. But perhaps I have given some a more comfortable death. My service to their body after death is my gift to them. The last thing that anyone will do for them.

As another death draws very near, it makes me reflect on all those gone by. I hope I have the wisdom and words to help the family as they need me to now. They don't know Death like I do.

Everything Ends

But he sure was a cutie

I love Ted Nugent

Love that Cat

A good reason to get Fido his own room

Also, another reason to keep your purse off the floor when you aren't home.

This is just so unreal I had to post it here.

This is a real post from someone's blog in the middle east... not a joke blog... the intractable mindset is just so evident.

Prisonbeads

Who says that prisoners are hopeless, thoughtless & heartless criminals? In Syria, some of the prisoners have a patient & creative side to them, so much so that one of the prisons has opened a shop within the prison. A shop dedicated to bead work by inmates. So instead of pumping iron, joining a gang or trying to break out, they spend their time making all sorts of beautiful things from beads. They make bags, wall hangings, lamps and these very interesting purses. These particular purses were made especially for Kate & myself, it has both our names in Arabic. The lady who used to help around at my grandmothers (Zahra Akbik, May God rest her soul) house had a son in prison and when I saw her purse that had a pattern of a gun and an “I love you mum” written on it I just had to ask her to make some for us. So the next time she went to visit her son she put in our request and a week later they were made. We had about 10 made but now we only have a couple left in FEN but im trying to order some more as they have been very popular. Some come with patterns of guns, some with flowers, flying birds and even Quranic verses.

If Damien Hirst put his name on this it would be in the Tate.

For us this is art, anything creative that is made by hand is art, no matter who created it.

4th of July

I love the Fourth of July. I also love these people

I'm a Trader.... ???

I sold over 1000 MW of energy today and made Half a MILLION dollars for my company.