Readjusted Vision

"You already filter information through sound, smell and touch...but NOW you're gonna be assaulted by a million things you never knew even existed.

It's a whole new level of confusion.

Do I look here?
Do I look there?
Is that light down there important?
Or is that dark thing moving toward me or away from me?
Is it dangerous or not?

As long as your eyes are open...there are just too many distractions.

I mean, how do you concentrate?

Because you can see, people are going to expect you to do things that you can't do...Or don't want to do

Read signs,
Notice people's gestures,
Recognize body language,
Facial expressions...or when to just get out of their way.

Your eyes will want to dominate how you perceive the world,
But you can't fully trust them...

I'm going to try and teach you to see the world the way it really is...

Some of it is going to be beautiful,
Some of it is going to be wonderful,
Most of it is going to be difficult,

But the main thing is to be prepared...."

Honesty

If the world never offered you lies and distrust, do you think that you could handle it?

In every moment of everyday, someone SOMEHOW will lie to you.

"I didn't know what time it was...I've never eaten that much...I'm a natural blond"

People lie for the most ridiculous reasons. Never truly accepting the reason that they need to lie. People don't take responsibility for their actions..or for what they do.

Some people lie because it became a habit and somewhere down the line, they actually started to believe it.

They spread these insignificant lies and pretty soon, it's turned in to a 3 ring circus and people have lined up to see the main attraction.

But what if....everyone was honest?

What if the car sales man that is jacking up the price 300% told you, "I'm actually trying to rip you off!"

Or the bank tells you, the day you sign up, "When you overdraft, we are going to charge you 36 dollars every time."

How about the your parent who has a bad child in school, "Ya know, he's really not my problem from 8 -3"

How about the lover who has been unfaithful? "I cheated on you today"

Would all those things deter you? Or would you continue to go down that path and say..."well, at least they were honest with me. perhaps there is something that we can work with"

How would you react to the truth? Would you not want to hear it? Would you rather have the lie?

I pride myself on being an honest person. However, lately it just doesn't seem like being honest is the way to go. I feel as though the whole world wants you to keep in what's really going on inside. No one wants to hear the truth....

"Does this make me look fat?" Yes....
"It's not me that smells" Actually, it is...
"Check out this song" Truthfully, I don't like it...
"Do you still find me attractive" No, I'm sorry I don't...
"How do you think I've performed" You don't do a good job...

Not to say that these are actuals...these are things I've heard. But not without apology.

And furthermore...why even have to apologize for the way you think and feel if it's not meant to be malicious?

If honesty is something that is desired and in many relationships, or I feel required...Why don't people accept the truth as a blessing?

It feels like lies offer comfort. Lies offer the indescribable feeling of safe.

How is that possible, when it's not real? When the lie is a fabrication of everything true, why do people chose that over honesty?

The lies fester inside...eroding and decaying everything in a person. One becomes a shell of the thing that used to make them whole.

Like Adam and Eve....we cower in shame. We disguise ourselves and try to hide it as deep within as we can. We bury that truth so deep so that we can forget that it ever happened, or so that it will never escape.

Is that better? Is there a way that you can live without honesty?

I for one, can not...I need the honesty and communication. I like to be able to tell my friends, "hey...you're drinking too much", or "hey I miss your ass a hell of a lot"...and even, "today...i just really don't feel like talking to you." Without them getting hurt or thinking that I am not respecting them.

You can show me that you love me, by telling me the truth no matter how much it may hurt me. I'd rather you tell me the truth about something...than hold it in and let it fester. You will only damage our friendship and YOURSELF but keeping what you truly feel inside.

How can I fix what's wrong if you don't tell me?

I've never been one to be mean to people. I've always tried to respect people as much as possible. To give them the room to grow and only give advice when it's needed. And when it HAS been my time to give advice, I have always been honest.

I have always thought that honesty was the best policy...but now, lately...I'm not so sure.

Moment Of Peace...

On these summer nights,
When the sun dips down low,
And through the trees,
Shines it's red orange glow.

The smell of grass,
Fresh cut form the day,
Floats on a breeze,
In its appealing way.

The grill is still hot,
From our dinners delight,
And we sip on tea,
As we wait for the night.

Soon things will resume,
And distractions will come,
We'll carry our eve,
With work to be done.

But for now we will smile,
Take time to wind down,
And ease off our minds,
All the stress from around

For the time that is now,
Is both seldom and brief,
But we can stop for a breath,
On this moment of peace.

Happy 4th Of July Everyone!!

Scott Kaughman...I love you!!!

I know, I know...it sounds like some movie you may have heard of, but no...this is real...HAHAHA

Today while at work, I was making change for the registers. I wasn't supposed to be helping anyone, but a man....and do I mean MAN, walked in to the store. I was at a loss for words. I stopped and stared for what I was at least 287 hours.

This man was so gorgeous that I just couldn't talk.

He walked directly up to me and smiled. I'm pretty sure at that point, I was a puddle of slush on the floor. (but I'm also pretty sure that I was a happy puddle) I walked over to the register and asked him. "What can I help you with?"

I couldn't help but stare at his chiseled chest. He was a construction worker and wore his rolled up, long sleeved, red and white flannel shirt half way unbuttoned so you could see his muscular physique.

The heat was unbearable, but when I looked in to his crystal blue eyes I was transported to a cool watery oasis, where the sky was filled with big beautiful clouds and a breeze blew every few minutes. His sandy blond hair hung over his brow in a shaggy sort of way, but it complimented his amazing clear complexion of light tan perfection.

He smiled at me...his smile could melt diamonds. I had seen nirvana.

Michaelangelo couldn't have sculpted something this wonderful.


He told me what he needed done and as I walked to grab his paper, he held my hand and we lingered for a moment. The pheromones in the air between us were unbearable. Our animal instinct gave in.

He pulled me over the counter. He said "I've been waiting my whole life to meet you" and he kissed me. I threw the bag of money on the floor and went in for the deepest kiss. It was wet and dry...soft and hard...I could feel it in my toes as they curled. My body throbbed and it took my breath away.

He caressed the center of my back and pulled me in closer to him. His hand touched my neck as he nibbled my ear. People watched, but I didn't care...I was pretty sure I had died and gone to heaven. He whispered in my ear..."Franky....." and I said "uh huh?" and bit his lip....

"Excuse me?...Sir?"

I was snapped back to reality.

His name was Scott Kaughman. This gorgeous man in front of me...so amazing to look at, I think I cried tears of true happiness for I had found the meaning of life.

I helped him with his order....he wanted something simple. He wanted to wait to come back until Monday. I told him he could wait and I'll do it while he waits. (I don't work Mondays so you can damn well bet I was gonna take in as much of him at that moment as I could.)

I finished his job...and as not to be rude, I made small conversation with him. (He was waiting after all) "I couldn't help but notice you have a nice chest. Do you work out?"

"I don't really have to in my line of work...every day is a workout..hahaha" and there he went smiling that smile that only gods have seen.

"What's your meal plan like?"

"Well, I get hungry alot...so I eat lots of chicken and steak. I like to watch what I eat so I don't get that belly that some of my co workers have"

"Do you drink often?"

"HA HA HA....you're gonna laugh, but...I drink lots of milk. If you want a great body, you need to drink lots of milk."

and I got thirsty.....



and suddenly, I was no longer lactose intolerant.

Day Dreams, Night Dreams....

I have about 4 journals that I have written in over the years.

For some reason, I can't right in just ANY journal. There has to be something about the book. Something inviting. Quite even possibly, something hidden between the lines that I write on.

The cover of the book starts the story. I have to want to open the book. I want to know that story inside is being kept very well by this amazing cover.

Well this one book...was just so completely inviting. I'd like to show you why:

This is the cover of one side:



On the inside of this cover there is an inscription:

Day Dreams We travel through life on daydreams.
To destinations faraway...
Experiences unknown...
Imaginations untapped...
Follow where your mind takes you.
For once there, anything is possible.
And every journey is an inspiration to the soul...
to make the dream, real.


On the other side of the book, there is this cover:



On the inside of this cover, it reads:

Night Dreams:

Beneath a starry landscape,
We journey in to dreams
On silvery night wings
to distant places.

Cross the threshold,
and enter worlds beyond...
Where hidden secrets wait to unfold
their enchanting magic.

These are the most inviting words I've heard from a book...I just had to have it.

I hope that you all can find that invite to something special...