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Tonight on LOST

I know what is going to happen!

Hiro shows up on the island which is really a big submarine and blows up just as we learn that Jack Bueur is really a pregnant lady and has to die then House claims he can save Jack but Wil Shatner intervenes with a legal loop hole explaining they have to blow up and everyone dies.

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Calls a parent never likes

Tommy, "Our bus just got hit. I told the officer I didn’t do it."

The school bus experience has been horrid this year. There is no lack of irony in the year ending with a bus accident. Tommy’s description was that a trailer clipped the back corn of the bus and the bus didn’t even move much. His friend’s mother called and said, "the bus got side swiped!" The accident happened within walking distance of the school but they are making the children wait until another bus can come to move them from the accident scene to the school. Since it is a short bus of special needs students, that does make sense.

I had hoped we could arrange for Tommy to ride the regular bus home at least once this year. I think he is fully capable of handling the regular bus. Getting off the short bus would alleviate so much turmoil! And possibly introduce some.

Update: Tommy called, laughing, to declare, "we’re on tv!" Looks like WATE got the footage. Guess we will have to record the news tonight. The kids on the bus sounded way out of control.

Update 2: Some more details.

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10 simple ways to save yourself from messing up your life

Lifehack.org nailed it today!

  1. Stop taking so much notice of how you feel.
  2. Let go of worrying. It often makes things worse.
  3. Ease up on the internal life commentary.
  4. Take no notice of your inner critic.
  5. Give up on feeling guilty.
  6. Stop being concerned what the rest of the world says about you.
  7. Stop keeping score.
  8. Don’t be concerned that your life and career aren’t working out the way you planned.
  9. Don’t let others use you to avoid being responsible for their own decisions.
  10. Don’t worry about about your personality. You don’t really have one.

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Read the details to really appreciate each one. I know I am person guilty of 8 or 9 of them and just reading the article lifted some weight off my shoulders.

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Seeking

One adult male seeking a mind. I believe it was lost in the vicinity of Knoxville, TN. If found it can be identified with its resemblance to a piece of swiss chess combined with a fuse panel in the process of shortening out during a lightning storm. Synapses may be firing erratically. Pieces of the mind may be dead from excessive stupidity during the college years. Feel free to lobotomize and return at your earliest convenience. I think I the thing.

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My Moral Code – Yin and Yang

What kind of person am I?

Today a lengthy funeral procession led by 2 slow moving police cars drove north on Morrell Road while I drove south. I threw on my hazards, turned on my headlights and jumped to the right side of the road. One private vehicle followed my lead going instead to the turn lane in the middle while a Bellsouth utility truck pulled up behind me and turned on his headlights. A dozen other cars drove past looking at us like we were crazy while I pondered who died, how had they lived, and would my life be worthy of such a procession. I felt it was the right thing to do.

When I park at a grocery store there are always carts nearby. More often than not, I grab one or two as I walk from the car to the store. I am going that direction anyway. I feel it is the right thing to do.

Today as I sat in a turn lane waiting to cross two lanes of traffic to get to my side street, I watched numerous cars run over a board in the street. This was a 2×8 with metal lips installed on either end that is what people with pickup trucks use as one side of a ramp for loading a lawn mower or 4×4 into the back of their truck. Obviously one had fallen out of someone’s truck unnoticed. As each car hit it, the board jumped into the air and spun erratically. When the traffic broke, instead of turning, I press my hazard lights on leaving several cars stuck behind me. I then jumped out of the van, grabbed the board, and flung it to the side of the road where it would not be danger. I felt it was the right thing to do.

On multiple occasions, I have stopped the car to get a dog out of the road. Each time I felt I saved a life and prevented an owner’s grief. I felt it was the right thing to do.

I believe in karma. I believe what goes around comes around. I believe all things balance. Yin and yang. I sometimes lose focus on the big picture and fixate on a turmoil in my life which leads me to question my beliefs. And then I remember all the fortune that befallen me, the smiles and laughs I share with friends and strangers, the help from out of the blue I clumsily try to refuse, and the reminder that I could have been wearing my good shoes when I stepped in the dog poo, and then it all comes together and I am assured that in the end there is harmony. It is the right thing to do.

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Do you look at your money?

silver dime

Dimes are my habit. I always look at the edge my dimes. See, before 1965 dimes were minted out of silver. You can tell a silver dime by looking at the edge. If its solid, it’s silver. Post 1965 dimes have an edge that shows half copper and half nickel. The actual composition of a post 1965 dime (and quarter) is 75% copper and 25% nickel due to the Coinage Act of 1965. Coincidentally, a few 1965 dimes were accidentally minted in silver and those errors bring a fine price to a collector.

As a child, I fancied myself a coin collector (but didn’t we all). As an adult, when the hard times came my coin collection bought bread or gas without even the effort of looking for a doubled die error. What remains are the oddities. I have 3 silver dimes including a Mercury head from 1939 and two Roosevelts from 1952 and 1964. They are not in mint condition but they sure are cool to hold! And I can still remember the excitement I felt the day I found one of them in my change.

What’s in your pocket?