The after life accroding to Mike

A very sweet little voice wakes me up this morning, as it sometimes does, but usually to the tune of "I want breakfast" or "I wanna go outside".
Today, however was different. Today the conversation went like this:

Mike: when I die, will I go up or down? ( as is Heaven or... )
Me: up
Mike: what about you?
Me: I don't know, I hope up. What do you think?
Mike: I think you'll go left
Me: what?
Mike: left, no maybe right.
Me: what? Left or right? What?
Mike: If there is an up and down, there has to be a left and a right...

Yes, really, this is what he has on his mind when he wakes up.

The Ultimate retirement.

A 60-year-old man who was thrown into the air in celebration at his retirement party died after his colleagues failed to catch him and he fell to the floor.

Not that I don't feel bad for his widow and all, but, she was quoted as saying "No matter what I say he won't come back, but I want to find out why this happened."

Uhm, because he was thrown into the air and no one caught him on the way down?!

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They've officially run out of ideas!

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This is the ranting part

Why is that once you feel an ounce of happiness, karma seems to rear it's ugly head and decide that too much happy for one person is not good, and yanks the rug right form under you? Is it the "too much of anything is not good" thing, and so there must be a balance of happy and sad, kind of like there is no light without darkness and no good without evil or something? It could be that I just simply demand too much happiness.
I have tried to make lemonade from lemons, and all that good stuff, but, I get rotten lemons sometimes, and so, I feel like instead of drinking rotten lemonade, I'll just throw the lemons out. I have no energy to sort through them. I just toss the whole bunch. Yes, kinda like giving up…
How do the "positive people" do it? I mean really, don’t you feel trampled on sometimes? Don't you want to just rip someone's head open when they wrong you? How do you do it?
I want to learn to be a more positive person. Perhaps I shall try it as my New Years resolution. But, I really wouldn't expect too much.

Really?

Someone on facebook kindly suggested that I look like this girl:
Marisol Nichols.com

I always thought that I look more like this girl:
Winnie Cooper.com

Hm.... thanks! I guess.

These things never happen to me. Why?

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An Ode

I just wanted to share one of my favorite pictures.
This is my husband, it was taken when he was in boot camp about 7 years ago.

He thinks I don't appreciate him, but I do.
And his service to this country is also appreciated.

Where does he come up with this stuff?

I had my page open last night on my laptop and my very curious six year old wanted to know what I was doing. He became very computer savvy in the last few months since starting first grade, and so must always ask me what "www dot com" page I am looking at. Anyway, I said I was blogging, he repeated his question with a weird look on his face which I chalked up to something he just hadn't heard of before, so I said again that I was blogging to see his reaction this time, he replied that we are not allowed to use bad words.
I sat for a minute trying to contemplate what blogging could possibly rhyme with for him to confuse. It didn’t seem to sound like his usual insulting 'poopoo face, or kakamouth', or even his very rare outburst of 'shithead' that he must have picked up certainly not from my side of the family, but, there I sat- at a loss for words, and decided that I needed to let this one go for fear of finding out what he thought I actually said.
On a brighter note his school is having a food drive today and he, God bless his little heart, ransacked my kitchen Monday night looking for 'things that don't need to be in the 'frigerator', and said that he must bring food because someone needs it. He also put aside some of his unopened toys to give to children who don't have any. We plan on donating them to http://toysfortots.org/ or something like that. Of course his kind spirit doesn’t stop him from asking for new stuff because he gives away old stuff, but, the kind gesture is there, and that's what matters.

Genre

I have not yet decided what I will be putting down here, but, I am sure that with all that is going on in this world, not to mention my own life, I will find something to rant or rave about.

I will attempt to be as articulate as possible, but I am an immigrant - so that will be my excuse for any further mistakes, grammatical or otherwise.

I am not a professional writer by any means, I never really liked to write except for the occasional heart break poem in my teens, but I would love to try and see what pours out.