3 posts tagged “me”
I wish my eyes were a camera and that every time I blink, I were shotting photos, and my brain a memory card, so big, that even though I have been taking pictures since I was born I still have plenty of memory left. I could place my brain into a certain mode that it will flash every picture I took in a slide show, for my friend and family to see any time they want too. And to think that one day not to far from now this eyes will not see any more, I will be living then on my memory card.
For now here are some of the pictures I took with my Cannon



























































































...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.
Who Would Leave A Perfectly Good Fabric Softener Sample In My Mailbox?
Earlier
today, I pulled a strange little plastic envelope from my mailbox: a
packet of liquid fabric softener, intact and seemingly untouched. At
first I thought it must be some kind of mistake. Where did this fabric
softener sample come from? Why had it found its way into the mailbox of little old me?
I asked myself: Who in their right mind would place a single-use container of softener in my mailbox, a brand that a
brand I don’t even use. It makes no logical sense. Despite the initial
shock, this fabric softener brand was not unknown to me. In fact, it's
available, at ShopKo, Walgreen, pick-n-save and walmart. To
tell you the truth, I once considered purchasing this product over my
regular brand, just to try something different, but I quickly abandoned
the thought, discouraged by the prospect that I would not find it
satisfactory. I must admit, I am very tempted to test this softener.
One
thing is certain about the mysterious individual to whom this sample
belongs: He is both devil and savior. What's the worst that could
happen if I were to try it? If this stranger should ever come to my
door and demand that I replace the laundry product that rightfully
belonged to him, I would do so, graciously. But I would also thank him.
For whatever turn of fate brought his fabric softener to my mailbox
just might result in softer, fresher-smelling clothes for my family.
It
would be easy to simply carry on as if this fabric softener sample had
never arrived in my mailbox, to pretend this chapter of my life were
closed. The more I open my mind to this enigma, the more I can view it
as a gift rather than a burden. I choose to believe that whoever placed
this fabric softener in my mailbox, they did it for a reason.
IN BETWEEN THE DRAGON FROM THE PAST
TO INTRODUCE MYSELF I NEED TO START FROM THE BEGINNING
WE ALL KNOW THERE IS NOT BEGINNING WITHOUT END
SHOULD I THEN BEGGING AT THE END
HERE I AM, ME AT THE END