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  gulfnews : Will Boomers ever admit to being wrong? .  I picked this up off the net and actually had seen other articles over the last week having a similar theme.  Obama blames Bush, left blames right, conservative blames liberal, Democrat blames Republican. Now, we have a generational blame. OMG – stop it already!!!  Stop wasting ink, breath and energy blaming and come up with a plan, a solution!  We could just as easily be faced with an asteroid strike or mega sun spots or any number of events way beyond anyone’s control. This is not a kiss the babies and huddle in prayer event.  All we need right now is intelligent leadership. Leadership that has not and will not sell out to votes or money. I guess that is too much to ask. Again, I am just a dream’n old hippy, hoping the knight will come by to slay the Hydra Monster.  The above issue of generation blame is not new, it was certainly a staple of my generation. My recent post as reference. “Wild in the Streets” http://boomersberg

Definition :  marked aversion aroused by something highly distasteful Synonyms: abhorrent , abominable , appalling , awful , offensive , distasteful , dreadful , evil , foul , fulsome , gross , hideous , horrendous , horrible , horrid , loathsome , nasty , nauseating , nauseous , noisome , noxious , obnoxious , obscene , odious , rancid , repellent ( also repellant ), repugnant , repulsive , revolting , scandalous , shocking , sickening , ugly In direct reference to what is going on in Washington D.C. this day Friday, July 29th, 2011 . Another day floating on my berg. See you in cyber space friend.

I have to share this with my boomer friends.  Courtesy of Brian Gore http://youtu.be/UXIZmAlWeOw Please click on the link for a treat of riding through Bighorn Mountains of Wyoming. His description of himself: Decrepit, cranky Ol' Motorcycle Ridin' Cowboy... If it's got more than two wheels... it's a cage. I write two websites: www.rv-boondocking-the-good-life.com and www.motorcycle-touring-the-good-life.com Working at completing a couple of Western Fiction 'Novels'... have a lust for wandering... and a greater lust for Splitting the wind on two wheels...

Well, I guess I am stuck with my dumb phone for awhile yet. The mad rush is on for the latest and greatest smart phone and the truck load of apps created for them.  Not saying that I wouldn’t take one if it were given to me, but starting at $199.00 and up, ( The Vertu Constellation Quest costs $28,000) http://www.pcworld.com/article/218614/app_stores_overload_its_too_much_of_a_good_thing.html Consider this: there are more than 70,000 registered Twitter apps out there. How is that making anything easier? Which app do you choose? And now that there are dozens of companies with their own app stores, which app store do you choose to find which app you want? Therein lies the irony. The idea that too much choice is a good thing has been eviscerated by economists and psychologists alike. Psychologist Barry Schwartz contends that having a plethora of choices is actually driving us to an exhausted state of insanity and that the overload of options is paralyzing people or pushing them in

http://activeemptynesters.com/blog/regrets-of-the-dying/ I share this with Boomersberg.com boomers- this is a great post (no need to mess with perfection) and the site is another great boomer support site.  I like the social network feel and extras that are a part of the site.  A lot more is planned for the future as I understand from the Author.  Come on boomers, let's use these places that invite us, therefore we don't have to infringe on the youngsters.  I have started a group called "Pink Slipped Boomers" http://activeemptynesters.com Just another day floating on my berg.  See you in cyber space friend.

In this 1960s fantasy, pop singer/drug pusher Max Frost (Christopher Jones), the son of domineering mother Daphne (Shelley Winters), joins forces with Congressman Johnny Fergus (Hal Holbrook), and they employ trickery that results in 14-year-old children obtaining the vote. In a landslide election, Max is elected President of the United States, and now he wants to ship all adults to internment camps. Does anyone other than me remember this movie?  I vividly remember it made a big impression on me.  The youth put anyone over 45 in concentration camps. Science Fiction has a way of becoming reality. If the younger generation is told that they have to support the boomers or that the boomers are the ones who made the world a wasteland.  Could this be our fate?  If you can find this movie it would be fun to watch again. Scary movie. Youtube  link  Another day floating on my berg.  See you in cyber space friend.

In this 1960s fantasy, pop singer/drug pusher Max Frost (Christopher Jones), the son of domineering mother Daphne (Shelley Winters), joins forces with Congressman Johnny Fergus (Hal Holbrook), and they employ trickery that results in 14-year-old children obtaining the vote. In a landslide election, Max is elected President of the United States, and now he wants to ship all adults to internment camps. Does anyone other than me remember this movie?  I vividly remember it made a big impression on me.  The youth put anyone over 45 in concentration camps. Science Fiction has a way of becoming reality. If the younger generation is told that they have to support the boomers or that the boomers are the ones who made the world a wasteland.  Could this be our fate?  If you can find this movie it would be fun to watch again. Scary movie. Youtube  link  Another day floating on my berg.  See you in cyber space friend.

It was early Sunday morning and I was heading home from a trip to the grocery store.  As I turned onto one of our towns main arteries (a four lane highway) it was not very busy this early Sunday morning, I saw a couple on the sidewalk.  A man and a woman, probably in their late thirties, holding hands, and looking at traffic to see when it would be safe to cross.  As she took a few steps, I noticed that she had a slight limp to her gate and that he seemed to hold her right hand in a supportive way, not just in a casual manner.  She had a Bible in her other hand and across the street where they were headed was a church.  Behind them in the direction they were coming from was a small mobile home community and apartments for those with disabilities, sponsored by Goodwill Industries.  In those few seconds of taking all this in, I felt emotion almost to tears.  They had very little by worldly standards, but they had everything.  They had love for each other and their faith.  They were shari

It was early Sunday morning and I was heading home from an early morning trip to the grocery store.  As I turned onto one of our towns main arteries (a four lane highway) it was not very busy this early Sunday morning, I saw a couple on the sidewalk.  A man and a woman, probably in their late thirties, holding hands, and looking at traffic to see when it would be safe to cross.  As she took a few steps, I noticed that she had a slight limp to her gate and that he seemed to hold her right hand in a supportive way, not just in a casual manner.  She had a Bible in her other hand and across the street where they were headed was a church.  Behind them in the direction they were coming from was a small mobile home community and apartments for those with disabilities, sponsored by Goodwill Industries.  In those few seconds of taking all this in, I felt emotion almost to tears.  They had very little by worldly standards, but they had everything.  They had love for each other and their faith. 

Life is filled with paradoxes.  Great accomplishments and not so great, are achieved when someone is willing to swim up the Norm Stream.  Humanity, society, clans and tribes (including gangs) impose a standard that is to be accepted as the norm or you are ostracized.  As we know, any society or group need rules of conduct for them to function in a way as to benefit the group as a whole. Doing the excepted norm is indoctrinated into each generation.  The down side of this, taken to extreme, it snuffs out the individual.  The individual becomes less and less able to have an independent thought.  Thinking about how something could be different or acting in a unique way is not rewarded.  That is until, there comes one brave enough, secure enough in their id/ego that they suffocate under the constraints of norm.  This one, thinks in what if?  This is when new concepts find fertile ground and begin to grow. Some look at ways to change the rules of the tribe, others look at ways to improve up

  In response to the question: "Do you have any dependents?" I replied ....... 12 million illegal immigrants; 3 million drug addicts; 42 million unemployed; the entire cast of the Jerry Springer Show; 2 million people in over 243 prisons; most every population of third world countries; and hundreds more in the U.S. House and Senate. Apparently, this wasn't an acceptable answer. Just another day floating on my iceberg. See you in cyber space friends.  adrift59@gmail.com

That is a state I am trying my best to move to. Right now I live in the state of Georgia , but I have been told that happiness is a state of mind.   This is what came to me when I thought of pure happiness; this little grandson of mine (any child) with not a care in the world.  Everything is taken care of by mom and dad and the world is just one big exploration.  Fun things to see and do, places to go, even if it is across the room to grab the lamp off the table .  Can an adult ever get there again?  Maybe, sometimes, depending.  Even though this is a move (to the state of happiness) worthy of our efforts to get there, it is much easier for us (or others) to utter those lofty words of “happiness is what you make it”.  This is not a lie, there is truth in it, but there are times in a persons life that it becomes the sugar plum fairy, or some far off island that you dream of reaching one day. I think about people who have so very little in resources and trust me I know very well th

  Once upon a time many years ago, we were going to change the world.  As the Vietnam War raged our generation took to the streets, literally leaving families and meeting up, because the generation of our parents were not to be trusted.  We could build a world with love power, love for all.  Build our commune to share our resources and common beliefs.  We tried to change the hateful power machine from within.  Make the change peaceful and quietly from within.  We were so naive .  Little did we know the magnitude of the hydra monster we were going to tame with love. There were those that went off to war and those that went to Washington DC. Some died on the jungle floor physically, the others died ethically and morally after entering the door to politics.  Remember the story of Snow White? The wicked witch has Snow White bite her poison apple and she falls into a deep sleep. Every four years her possible prince charming rides by and her heart pounds thinking this could be the

Word of the Day for Saturday, July 16, 2011 abject \ab-JEKT\, adjective : 1. Utterly hopeless, miserable, humiliating, or wretched. 2. Contemptible; despicable. It was as though some part of him obscurely desired to accept defeat and misery, were anxious to make abjection yet more abject . -- Aldous Huxley, Point counter point Abject translates to the Latin equivalent of "thrown down." Abject is such a harsh word as defined by number 1.  When you throw in utterly hopeless , that is the last straw.  When hope is removed from the human equation, it is as if the very next breath has been sucked out and there is no more oxygen to breathe. Life is very short without oxygen (hope). Cling to hope for all you are worth.  Lash yourself to it with chains and locks. Love, hope and humor the natural healers for pain of soul. For my blog followers and subscribers - (1) Thank you (2) I will be moving the blog to it’s own site using the Wordpress platform.  My hop

I apologize up front for any of you who are here to find “THE ANSWER”.  I wish I had “THE ANSWER” for you, as it is in my nature to be helpful.  But, alas I am in the same boat a lot of you are in while trying to maintain some semblance of sanity, humor and decency.  I do hope to progress out of the hole.  As you can see in a previous post, hope and humor are two of my greatest weapons in the attack on my substance of being.  I am in grief (and that is what it is) loss of job, loss of health, loss of significant other and any loss that takes something from our life, puts us in stages of grief. Each of us withdraw from the pain and seek out a comfort zone.  As an adult, with others dependent on you, your own solace becomes a luxury.  We sublimate (written about in a previous post) those primitive urges (anger) into more acceptable ways of expression.  So much is written about being positive and thinking positive, on and on, ad infinitum.  That is not the place I am at right now. 

I chuckle at the picture above.  I have/am feeling like the big dog in the little bed.  Some strange dog has taken my bed and now I am stuck in this little, does not fit, bed.   Humor, is as delightful as a glass of good wine, it lifts your spirits and gives life a better appearance.  It seems you can dress a lot of pain, anguish and low self esteem up in humor and it becomes bearable. Hope and Humor, the life sustaining nectar of God. This picture is from http://www.lillyslife.com/ an interesting blog. Another day floating on my iceberg.  See you in cyber space friends. 

assay \a-SEY\, verb : One definition is to examine or analyze . Many years ago I purchased a book “The Must Words”.  It is only 243 pages, but packed with words to help enrich your vocabulary.  Along with being a bibliophile, I like to think of myself as an amateur wordologist.  Defined as, one who has the necessary expertise and experience to compile a combination of appropriate words in order to convey a selling message succinctly and accurately. That is the history of why I do word for the day.  So today I am inspired by assay. I have been trying for several months now to assay my situation.  Two things keep hindering me from rendering a qualitative assessment.  1. The facts and figures get changed on a regular basis. 2. My feelings, thoughts, assumptions of the facts change just about as rapidly as the facts and figures.  Sooooo, metaphorically speaking, I am standing on the side of a six lane freeway, trying to count cars. I’m dizzy just from thinking about it.  As I

Dearth noun \ˈdərth\ : an inadequate supply : lack <a dearth of monetary resources> I can feel that word. It is part of who I am right now. Dearth of monetary funds Dearth of positive attitude Dearth of discipline Etc., etc., ad infinitum Antonyms: On the other hand I have a wealth of bills, abundance of bad attitude and plenty of apathy Trust me I have not always been like this. This is a new experience for me. I have more than a few f riends and acquaintances that are in hard times and places as bad or worse than mine. As I look around, it gets harder to see anything that is NOT depressing. The city parks are going down hill due to budgetary constraints. It was announced in our local paper that more than a million dollars is outstanding in property taxes from last year that people could not pay. The question comes to mind, did we become so accustomed to so many amenities that now those are luxuries and doing without things we used to take for g

sublimate \SUHB-luh-meyt\, verb: I receive, courtesy of dictionary.com a word for the day, today it is sublimate, and one of the definitions is: In psychology, to direct the energy of a primitive impulse into activities that are considered to be socially more acceptable. I began to think of just how much sublimating I do and wondering if after a lifetime of sublimating, does this cause permanent psychological harm to the psyche? The primitive impulse to curse the non English speaking customer service person on the other end of the phone, after going through the menu three times to just get a live body. To do bodily harm to the jackass who dove in front of me in rush hour traffic, just because I gave enough room to not rear end the guy in front of me. The primitive impulse to take up sniper rifle training and then sit outside the Capital building waiting for Congressional recess. The primitive impulse to knock that smart mouth kid's head off, as he back talks

Most of it consisting of moron; defined in Webster’s Dictionary as- mild mental retardation (don’t jump on my butt about being politically correct). If I didn't laugh at the fine mess I am now in, I would be secured in a mental hospital. Being absolutely unsure of anything, everyone and anyplace has brought me to a state of acute apathy . I now seem to find myself thrust into active retirement whether I want it or not. As I took stock of my finances, I thought I had made an accurate estimate of what I would need to survive on. All these unanticipated expenses seem to just keep coming in, like mortar shells, blasting holes in my budget. I have been forced to become an amateur expert on how to survive on very little money. Boomer's like myself are enjoying the benefits of an efficient government , whether local, state or Federal. In fact our entire planet seems to have a severe wasting disease called "lack of common sense ". I think I will sit now in eloque

Discipline, the day after I lost my last job you walked out, and I have not seen you since.  At first I really didn’t care, I was too busy feeling sorry for myself and by you leaving I could do as I damn well pleased.  I found comfort and solace in things that I knew were not good for me.  At the time, indulgence just felt too good and you were not there to stop me.  Enough time has passed that this indulgence has become a bad habit.  I am beginning to see it for what it is, destructive.  Nothing good will come of it.  I see these things for what they are, but without you here to intervene, I continue to indulge.  I see now that I need you in my life.  Yes, I admit it, I need you.  Discipline, you keep me sane, productive and even though you can be a pain in the ass, I feel better when you are in my life.  You have left me before in the past, but you have always come back.  But, this time I am beginning to worry you might not and it is getting a little bit scary.  I implore you D

Needless to say, I like an awful lot of people had been very intently watching the Casey Anthony trial.  No, I was not looking for her to get the death penalty, I have mixed feelings on that subject, and I will not go into that here.  But as in the O.J. Simpson case, I am stunned.  That jury was so well controlled as to who was on it and what they got to see as evidence.  You know if you and I are standing on a sidewalk, you on one side, I on the opposite side and we both witness a hit and run, we each will see it differently.  Our description will vary due to our own experience filter.  The Rorschach Test:  What do you see in this ink blot?  You will see one thing, I another, each filtering our perception of reality through our own experiences.    Another day in Paradise, looking for my cheese.  

We have spent an entire week, including the 4th, without leaving our 3 acres.  On the 4th, we smoked ribs, which my husband is pretty good at, veggies on the grill, macaroni and cheese and I made a dump cake for desert. If you are not familiar with dump cake, you are missing a real treat.  I ate way too much, my stomach hurt, just could not get enough.  As you can see from this photo, taken in our back yard, we have set up what I call "Mini Tropical Paradise for the financially challenged.  Those are the his and her floats, and after a day of listening to the "Casey Anthony Trial" we go float for about an hour while listening to an oldies station on a boom box type radio station. While we are floating around looking up at a blue sky and floating white clouds, we each express feelings and thoughts we are having, which gets to be rather cathartic. 

Not so much in the blues today.  Not sure why, as nothing has really changed.  Still very little money to live on, bills keep coming, no job (although husband signed up with a company as a consultant).  I can't seem to hold a job very long anymore. My ADD just keeps kicking my ass.  I make stupid small mistakes that I used to not do.  I have an IQ and a ton of experience, but employers now want 10 lbs put in a 5 lb bag for little or nothing and all the job stress they can dish out.  Right now that is part of my emotional dark side, not being able to stand on my own successfully.  I know that in the RIGHT environment I have a lot of knowledge and the abilitiy to contribute, but I live at the end of the world, that even when times are good, the job market is limited.  I have attempted sooooo many start ups, that I am a pro at business start ups.  I can tell you an awful lot about what not to do. I have a roof over my head here at the end of the world.  Move away from here to look fo

I am not clinically depressed (my own diagnoses).  But depressed yes.  There are degrees of being depressed, blue, down in the dumps, hopeless, useless, grey days, black days.  As I get older I have of recent come to most appreciate the power of hope .   Hope has the ability to infuse you with a desire to not give up when you are flailing about trying to come up for another gasp of air and live a few more seconds.  The hope that someone or something will bring you out of the ocean onto shore and lay you gently on the beach, wrap you in a blanket and offer you comfort and encouragement.  The hope that as the Bible states in a passage "This too shall pass."  Like a tornado, it comes and goes, only to leave you in a very different place than you were a few minutes earlier. Having faced many challenges in your youth, and then find that getting older brings on even more, you begin to feel very tired.  You endured the challenges of your youth with fervor, now you are not so f