I haven't much time today, but I am keeping my promise of writing, What ever it is that comes to my mind.
This is something I am doing for me. I hope some one comes around and read, yes I love that, it made me feels as if someone is out there, that I am not alone.
Isn't that the reason why with write? the reason why we are here? to share to have some one read it?
But we write mustily too express our self, too get our point across, am I right?
For me not to write means that I will be unable to educate others, about what I want others to understand and know about me, about what I think and feel, about things.
Writing for me is so much.... it's my life, for me too give up writing will be like me giving up on life. It is the same feeling I have about, photography, and Art, they are also to be admired, to be seen they are expression, of what I feel.
Can you imagine when I can see not more? how hard that will be for me., I like to think that it won't happen, but it will, it is happening already.
But for now I have that need, that necessity, express myself, to share this time, this thoughts, this no sense, to express my emotions, to feel that someone out there care, will unidentified with it, will understand.
We get self inspired by the troubles or happiness we confront everyday, that is why I want to write every day wile the feelings are fresh in my mind and for later when I could look back at it.
Writing comes from the souls and the minds. Writing is entertaining and it is a necessity like art is an expression. It got not wright or wrong, because it is what we feel.
It's something that takes us to other places, and other time with the purpose to let others know that we have voices, even if our listener is the wind.
Being here writing and have you reading it, has help me so many times, has help me deal with the struggle of life it self.
I have people who actually answer me back, give me feed back, I am not just talking to myself, I am talking to you, who take the time to read, to listen and answer, you are my friend, my modern days friend. I thank you and I love you.

  How fast time passes. I remember when I was young how slow time went by. I waited a year for Christmas to come now it seen it is only three month. But time is not what my blog is about.
I was thinking about the beauty around us, and how we can find beauty everywhere. Africa for example such a poor continent, so much hunger and misery and still we find beauty over there. I have never been there but I had seen pictures, the bast space in the land, the blue in the sky, even the dusty air make it unique, wow Africa sound powerful.
When I lived in New York, it was love at first site, I though of New York as the greatest City in the world, and it is but so is Paris, and London, Sidney, Berlin and Tokyo... The world is full of great City, there is something magnificent and unique on each town and each city.
On my last day in New York before I move out my friend took me out on the City, and as I walk through the City lights, I was aware how grand the city was, how majestic does it looks, how small it made feel. How to live all that was a very hard thing for me to do.
When I move to Miami I fell in love with Miami, It was the flavor of the city, the hot sun, the rhyme, and the ethic. Miami dance, it vibrate. Miami is beautiful it has it own magic.
Today I am enchanted with the beauty that surround the Mid-West. The Anglo, European traditions, the beauty of the valley all the lake and the mast portions of water, the fertility of the land, that lay back living and small town quality.
Now I am dreaming with moving to the west coast, wow . My sister Jo-Ann move to Portland Oregon every place she visit she call me and described it to me. She call me from Mount-hood, she said it feel as if you could almost touch the peek. Then she went to the coast and she told me how incredible beautiful the coast is, how she wishes I was there, I wish I was there too. I will love it too like I love each corner of this planet, each rock, each mountain, each river and ocean, each beach as I love humanity.

I wake up hungry this morning, I look in the fridge and find nothing to eat, well not really but it is the same old, old. I just feel for something different and exited.
I remember when I lived and work in Miami beach sometimes we call for Bahamian breakfasts, I love the cornmeal with fry fish on top and a of sweet onion sauce.
Yes it is one of those day when I feel like having some completely different, even a good old fashion southern breakfast will do, so fry apples with Canadian bacon and cheese grids and eggs will be fine. I fine not grids here in the mid-west and that is something I missed from the south. Not it is not that one cooking is better than the other, they all have they own specially. I am very sure I will missed do many mid-western cooking when I live, specially the braz and the great variety of sausages, and cheeses.
There are food that only New Yorkers know and understand, sometimes I missed Fresh made Knishes, not to mention the New York pizza, New York is an international food festival.

 

 

A SILLY PAINT

As I sit here tonight, I could hear the blast and bangs of the fire worst, it not 4Th of July yet but the festivities has stated. Wednesday night when the moon is beaming brightly upon the waters of lake Winnebago must people in town will gathered at Lake Front Park. I don't know the weather for that night, but I hope the weather is nice and cool, instead of hot and salty like it did last year.
With the celebration in top of us I can't stop thinking about our country and the course it has taken.
One thing about Bush is that he does not pardon any body unless o' course you are a closed friend of his. He is about him and his friend. When I was looking at the SHOW TIME Serial THE TUDORS There was a scene where Henry The VIII scream "I am the King of England" I feel the same way about Bush "He is the King of USA" If not explain to me how is it, the he does anything he want and no one can't stop him.
As we celebrated another anniversary of our independence, Our fight for liberty and justices, it come to me that Mr Bush has violated our rights. I feel humiliated, ashamed, and strips of my moral rights and constitution.
I beg your Pardon If this beautiful night got me thinking of Bush, I apologize to the night for the intrusion.

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cheerful

What is so great about going home? Well the obvious answer is, just home. It is where you came from and even if it wasn't perfect its still home, and there is something great about going home.
What makes a home a home?

I was born in Santo Domingo I hardly get a chance to go there, but it made me happy when I do. I spend my childhood years there.
When my childhood memories start flowing up in my mind, a sweet picture of me comes up. I see me picking up shells walking alone the beach, I see the sun kissing me, the warm breezes caressing me and I once describe the night sky as a Velvet cloth sprinkle with glitters, and even though in the middle of so much beauty is misery, hunger,and sickness, I still love it and I still call it home. ...But it is? Its really HOME?

NEW YORK, NEW YORK

I lived in New York must of my life. My teen years memories are there, My most memorable love where there, my first kiss, first sex... my best friends ever, still live there.
Going home to New York made my heart swell up with happiness and content. I don't care that the sky is Grey instead of blue, and that the sand isn't gold, and the so many nights I can't even see the stars. New York is home to me.

THE MID-WEST

I lived in the mid west now and about tree years ago I when home to New York, I was so happy I couldn't believed I was there, I was home. The first thing I did was"PIG OUT" Not food like New York food, I was going to stay for tree months but after one month I starting feeling at easy, and home sick. HOME SICK.... but I though I was home... After one and a half month I came home to the Mid west wow I felt good, I was coming home. So where is home? I ask.

GOING HOME TO MAMA

When I go home to Florida, I go home to mom, to my mom cooking, to being spoil by her, to family gathering to familiar places and familiar faces. After all I lived there 10 years. ...And going home to mama is going home.
So!!! where is home?

"HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS"

WISCONSIN FOURSQUARE STYLE HOUSES    

The American Foursquare is easily identified by its box-like form and broad proportions. As the name implies, examples of this style are often square in plan although examples having a slightly rectilinear plan are also very common. Examples are almost always two or two-and-a-half stories in height and usually have a shallow-pitched hip roof, widely overhanging eaves, and centrally placed dormers which are occasionally placed on each of the four slopes of the more elaborate hip roofed examples. Entrance doors were originally almost always sheltered by porches and most examples of the style feature a one-story, full-width front porch which is often supported by Tuscan columns. Exterior materials include brick, stucco, concrete block, clapboard or wood shingles, or combinations of these materials. American Craftsman style-influenced designs often alternate exterior finishes by floor, creating a banded appearance.

The Foursquare are very important part of Fond du Lac’s ARCHITECTURE. Here I have some Picture sample I took around town, notice how spacious the houses look.  

WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS…

….PARIS HILTON THAT IS

...And for those that ask, where did this week went? Here is a re-count of this pass week

More than Hollywood Gossip

Day one

At the awards, (a day before going in) Paris meet the press, “I want to be treated like everyone else, not special treatment”

Day two

With her parent for moral support Paris goes in, THE BIG HOUSE waits for her.

Day three

Holly Jesus! Not pillows, the place is cold, the food is terrible, not cell, where are all my gadgets,

Day four

Paris is not eating, she is cold, she is not sleeping, Mary mother of God she may die!

Day five

Bring in the doctor, <> JUDGE <>

Day six

The e-mail flows, Mothers against Drunk and Drivers, are mad and they will signing a petition if necessary, They believed that, to drive drunk it’s a crime and should be punish.

Day seven

Crying and kicking, Paris goes back to jail.

There goes the week, wile man and woman die every day, at war to keep us safe, The Princess, hug the spot lights, not even the President Visiting Europe, or the Republican Debate, or the Emigration law have so much impact this pass week as Paris Hilton had.

What are the fascination people have with Celebrities?

CHOICES

Paris could have take another road in life, instead of being a fashion Icon, a social butterfly, a party animal, and a bad role model to every teem girl In America.

She should be doing something good for the world, like going to Africa and helping and needed. It is not her Choice if she was born rich and famous, but it is her choice if she set a bad sample, it is her choice if she drinks and drive place herself and others in danger.

Paris love the spot light, she place herself there

• · Shocking videos

· Reality shows

· Modeling

· The press walk

· Posing for the press

· Doing everything possible to get attention

CONSEQUENCES

As a famous person she has the responsibility to set an example.

She should think about those millions of girls that fallow her example

She place her self there, she is not the only Rich girl there are many with don’t even know, because they keep to then self and out the spot light,

She do the crime let her do the time.

New York Stated have a very DRUNK DRIVING law, when stop for DUI a person is arrested immediately, and the car is impound, that person is treated as a criminal.

DRUNK DRIVING kills people. My brother did 90 for drunk driving, and he was not an celebrity, to think that Paris is being pick on because she is famous is a over statement,

She had being pick on because she broke the law and some of us want to make sure she pay the piper, She learn a lesson, that she change for the best, and that She doesn’t die like Anne Nicole, Elvis and others.

Serenity

The word today is serenity, Let me describe it.
The word "serene" comes from the Latin "sernus" - meaning clear. The suffix "ity" is from the Latin "itas", meaning a state or quality.
With that out of the way let me continue people view serenity in different ways. For a mother serenity means: "quiet time", "time out" and "naptime". These, of course, mean, "mommy has a headache", "mommy needs a break", and "mommy needs a nap
For an over worked employee serenity means: phrases and words such as "vacation"(no kids), "time off"(no work), and "sick day"(My kid is sick, because Mom doesn't get a sick day.) This one is used less often and mostly by the working mom. The word serenity is not among then.
Serenity is not a quality that we are born with.
Urgency is the major emotion that most babies convey - urgency to be fed, changed, burped, amused and loved. Children also display urgency. When have you ever known a child to walk if it could run, or talk softly if it could shout ? Teenage years are fraught even more so with an urgency to conform, be popular, perform, be confident, be liked, and the huge roller-coaster of emotions.
    I have discovered that with the passing of years comes serenity. Experience gives you the ability to say "it will pass" Serenity gives you patience, simplicity and confidence. 

Bet a lot of you early boomer's could identified with this.

until next time 

REMEMBER...

A SILLY PAINT

  
Remember…
When we were little I fallow you like a puppy fallow his mater, you hold my hand and look at the world defiant. Some call you a rebel, some said you'll grow to be bad, I knew it then, you were my hero.
Remember…
When you stood up to those bullies that took my book bag and tousle it around each other laughing, I knew it then, I can count on you.
Remember…
When you got a job after school to buy me that radio I so despaired wanted, how handsome you look that day for my thirteen birthdays. I knew it then, you where special.
Remember…
How I came running to tell you my everyday adventures, and you laugh with that laugh the hold me captive, I knew it then, I love you.
Them…
You went away, for months I look at your window from across the yard, I waited for a letter a note a call, a kiss across the sea, my rebellious, my hero, my miss-understood.
I not longer see your smile, I not longer here you laugh, I did not tell you enough how much I love, I wish i could.
...Now you are everybody hero,
                                                            You are a war hero.

...And wow! they are way... too many to place then all here, my hard drive had run out space and out of memories, I have been dropping pictures every where to save then.I am happy to know that some body some where may like then, they may enjoy then, and the I did that with my eyes trough a camera lens.