The only reason Roe vs. Wade will be overturned is because of…….women!

Statistics don’t lie. In politics, where money outweighs and out ranks human beings, a minority is greater than a majority, powerful women become an oxymoron. “Thank you for your perceived participation to control your own body”. Women who support anti-abortion are the powerful minority that actually occupies your body.

The United States is 51.1% women. Of voter eligible women, 63% vote. Voter eligible men vote at a 59% clip. So, not only do women out-number men in the population, their voting percentage is also higher than men’s. Voting for politicians that want to take away any women’s rights, should never get close to being elected. It doesn’t matter how men vote, men are irrelevant in the vote total and eventual outcome, if women just simply voted their conscious. If women voted to be in sole control of their bodies and decisions, like the rest of the western world, abortion would entirely be their own private choice. Again, in America, a minority is continually larger than a majority. 63% of women in the United States believe that abortion should be legal in all cases. Overall, 70% of U.S. adults believe that Roe should NOT be overturned.

No one actually lives their life wanting to make a decision to have an abortion. Every woman believes that an abortion won’t be a decision to be made in their life, let alone by someone else. But life unpredictably happens! All of us have to make life decisions as they occur and sometimes, they may not be a likeable decision, especially in the minds of others. World-wide, women believe more in abortion rights then men. Out of 35 Western civilization countries (Europe and the United States), twenty-four (24) say abortion should be legal in all cases. There were three (3) countries in a statistical percentage tie, leaving just eight (8) countries that don’t allow women to make their own choice. That may be reduced to nine if Roe vs. Wade gets aborted. Three out of four countries believe that abortion should be a mother’s choice. In America, that adds up being a win for the minority.

https://www.vox.com/2019/5/20/18629644/abortion-gender-gap-public-opinion

Abortion shouldn’t be about religion, but in the United States, it is. Reviewing the establishment clause of the First Amendment, it does separate church from state, but does not separate religion from politics or public life. Specific, individual religious beliefs (i.e., abortion) can be political but should never become a law imposed on others or an entire nation. Congress adopted a number of measures to protect individual rights from interference by the states. Among them was the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution, Section 1, which prohibits the states from depriving “any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law.” This was reinforced in January 1973 as the Supreme Court issued a 7–2 decision in McCorvey’s (Jane Roe) favor ruling that the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment to the United States Constitution provides a “right to privacy” that protects a pregnant woman’s right to choose whether to have an abortion.

The law of the land, on at least two different occasions clearly states that women have a right to choose an abortion and with the United States being a nation of laws, why are we having an Anti-Choice agenda? What abortion is really about is control, where a minority feels their beliefs take precedence over others who disagree with them! Basically becoming a “Pro-Power” minority. People who don’t totally believe in science, somehow, can tell you when a fetus becomes a person. However, they conveniently hide behind religion as their guiding excuse. God tells them what should be, but somehow we are to believe that God, who answers everybody’s prayers, prioritized and with selective hearing, decided not to answer the Pro-Choice human beings. Just like in sports where the victors thank God for their win, God decides to turn off his hearing aides and not hear the other team’s prayers for a win in the same game. Who knew God picks sides? God is all-knowing but at times, hard of hearing! Everyone is equal in God’s eyes except for the one’s with boisterous mouths.

However, religion did start the turmoil. The Catholics and eventually the Evangelical Christians teamed together and became the loud, vocal bully . Of all denominations, 22% of the United States claim to be Catholic and another 25% claim to be evangelical. Another example where a minority of 47% is greater than 53% in America. But abortion decisions shouldn’t be placed or blamed entirely on the Catholic shoulders, they just started the fire. 56% of Catholics actually believe that abortion should be legal. 68% of Catholics believe that Roe should NOT be overturned. It’s just “Pro-Control” bullies that have found an issue they want to dominate while also hiding the fire extinguishers.

https://fox8.com/news/majority-of-u-s-catholics-say-abortion-should-be-legal-in-most-cases-survey-shows/

Staying with the religious theme, there is no way in hell that the Anti-Abortion Supreme Court Justices would allow their daughters or grandchildren carry a pregnancy via rape or incest. We would NEVER find out about it because there would be flights made to other countries or states where abortion is legal. A family vacation would also include many signed NDA’s and plethora of dollar bills. There are now seven Catholics on this Supreme Court (Gorsuch was raised Catholic but is now Episcopalian). Breyer and Kagan are Jewish and the incoming Jackson is a nondenominational Protestant. Five of those appointed Justices were chosen by Presidents who lost the majority vote in the general election. Once again, minorities outnumber the majority.

Even these non-science minority decision-makers aren’t listening to the majority of Catholics or Americans in general. Love thy neighbor has become bomb all abortion clinics and kill any if not, all abortion doctors. We’ll call it, “Convenient religion”. Pick and choose what you want to believe in. Pro-Life believers accept at a maximum 9 out of the 10 Commandments! Who knew that “Thou shall not kill” has waivers and exceptions in a “Convenient religion”? It’s acceptable to have Capital Punishment and assassinated medical Doctors, but somehow wrong to terminate a non-person, fetus, something that doesn’t even have a birth certificate. “Fetal heartbeat” was invented by a majority of minority lawmakers that evokes a deep internal voting-need response rather than an intellectual, science-based response. It also attempts to redefine scientific viability by suggesting that embryonic cardiac activity is a sign of viability. In reality, the true definition of viability means that a fetus is able to survive outside the uterus and generally isn’t possible to live on its own. Not until another 18 weeks after the detection of embryonic cardiac activity (24-30 weeks of pregnancy), then and only then, with intensive care, does the fetus have a chance. A 24 week or less fetus is less likely to survive than an older fetus because their lungs and brains are immature. It should be noted that fetus’ have never been counted in any of our nation’s Census history. Of course, the Census only counts human beings.

Within the last 50 years, below are just five issues that became law to benefit women;

1993 – Spousal rape was finally criminalized in all 50 states.
1978 – Getting fired for getting pregnant was outlawed by the Pregnancy Discrimination Act.
1977 – The courts finally recognized sexual harassment
1974 – Women no longer needed co-signers or extra collateral to establish credit or apply for a credit card (Equal Credit Opportunity Act)
1973 – Roe vs. Wade became the law of the land. Abortion was now legal.

From a man’s point of view, I can only assume that many voting women in the United States have decided to be submissive and are told what to do. They don’t want personal freedom or even a voice. Submissive women will let men tell them what to do, who to vote for and quite possibly, even what to dream. They submissively waive their responsibility for all women to be equal. On personal health decisions, many women let the man decide for them on that as well (one example, the choice to wear a condom). As the oldest law of the five above is about to be overturned, can the others soon follow?

With the facts stated above, women overwhelmingly in this country believe that abortion should be legal in all cases (no exclusions). Of the 539 members currently in Congress that represent 51.1% of women in this country, 144 are women (27%). Taking that number even further, of the 144 female members, 38 (26%) are Republican. Republican women actually represent only 7% (38 of 539) of the members in Congress. They are the minority of the minority. Once again, the minority is larger than the majority. Congress Anti-Choice beliefs are greater than their Pro-Choice constituents that they’re supposed to represent.

Don’t blame religion, don’t blame a party, don’t blame Congress, don’t even blame many women. Congress consists of elected people. Don’t give Congress the opportunity to be the decider on your body. If blame must be assigned to anyone for the overturn of Roe vs. Wade, blame it on the submissive women.

Women, just by voting your beliefs, a majority can actually outnumber a minority. The laws of math have proven this to be true.

A Top 10 list is basically a personal priority list.  Maybe we’ve been nurtured to this affliction.  I’m sure there’s a named phobia for this, I just haven’t found it.  The Letterman thing with his Top 10, the Top 10 sports moments every night on ESPN, Casey Kasum’s Top 10 songs for the week (look him up if you don’t know).  Maybe it’s the Honeydo list at home that is actually a bottomless pit (MyWifesBrainNeverTurnsOff-phobia).  Regardless, people like and make lists.  So, to get people to respond on this blog, I thought I would post a list.  Hopefully a list that most people have, but maybe, never physically written down……..the list is just somewhere in the memory bank (which may be closed for low funds at times) waiting to be withdrawn whenever one of the items surfaces.  Items on this list come and go as time changes, but many items are probably permanent on the list (Sharpie-itis).   It doesn’t have to be a list of exactly 10 items….it could be less or if you’re really neurotic, could be so many more.

FEAR.  Another 4-letter word.  I created my Top 10 list of fears below.  Besides the usual list of suspects, i.e., Dentophobia, fear of the dentist (even though most are actually very nice people), Glossophobia (#13)- speaking in front of a crowd (even if the crowd is in their underwear and some should NEVER be seen in their underwear), Ophiophobia – snakes (the second most common fear).  These same people like spaghetti…weird!  I listed some of my not-so-usual fears to hopefully hear back a few uncommon fears that other people may have.  I want to stay away from listing foods that are feared (I have already covered “Peaphobia” in an earlier blog) and tried my best to stay away from politics as I’m sure that list would be another bottomless pit list.  My list is in no particular order.  For those of you who have NO FEAR, good for you, Marvel is looking for another hero for their next movie…please go and entertain us.  Here are my current Top 10 list of fears.  Some are actual phobias, some have actually been given names by the voices in my head;

1. Interruptus Amungus the fear of losing more personal time to people I don’t know.  This will be time you’ll never get back in your life.
   a.  Robo-survey calls.  Really, you want to know what an over 60 year old white married working overweight male with an internal hemorrhoid and a few skin flaps takes for constipation?  Can I send you pictures?
   b.  The religious wanderers that corners us at the mall, or sometimes between the red and white wine aisles at the liquor store or boldly ring my doorbell just to tell me that “God Loves Me”.  My answer is always the same; “I know he loves me but why in the hell is he telling you”?  Shouldn’t he be ringing my doorbell?  Sending me an email?  Instagram?
2. Excedrin-itis.  The fear that Disco will make a come back.
   I actually break out in cold sweats with this thought.  And it’s a reoccurring thought.  Picturing men with open silk shirts showing their shag carpet hairy chests with a golden spoon around their neck or women who for some reason have hairdos the size of tumbleweeds and earrings the size of basketball hoops dancing to music that can only be described as a constant aneurysm induced headache beat played by groups with no actual musical talent but possess a very nice synthesizer.  Throw some tennis shoes in the dryer.  Turn it on.  Congrats, you now have a hit disco song with a beat!
3. Uphlosteredphobia.  The fear that the carpet will eventually not match the drapes.
   Not sure why this is a fear and it’s probably best not to expound on it. I know things fade with age, so I’m sure there are some Interior Manscape Decorators out there that have addressed this infliction.  Will the lawn need dramatic yardwork?  Should I pray to Sascrotch?  Having two different colored eyes is called Heterochromia iridium so could this condition be called Pubis Chromedomeium (sorry, that’s actually just a drape issue)?
4. Kakorrhaphio-phobia.  The fear of failure.  I believe I have witnessed the last Chicago Cubs World Series appearance in my lifetime.
   Since I’m big believer of historical data, the data shows that the Cubs win once every 108 years and 108 years doesn’t come around that often.  It’s the same theory that people who live longer celebrate more birthdays.  It’s now three years since that Championship and I still have game seven on my DVR.  What happens when I have to replace the DVR equipment?  I mean, there should be an upgrade sometime between now and 2124.
5. Outcasterdom. Selecting that one doctor where the other 9 of 10 doctors recommended something medically important or essential.  It was the subject that was taught the one day my doctor missed class because of a toga party the night before during his residency.
6. Pulpless Disasterous.  Noticing the toilet paper on the roll will not be enough AFTER the train has left the station.  You try to hold a few cars back, but you don’t want to cause a derailment.  The station master is in another room and can’t hear the cries for help!
7. Endless K Syndrome.  The fear that there’s a Kardashian we don’t know about yet.   Perpetuity be damned!
8. ABBAdabaoverdued.  The fear there will be a Mama Mia 3.
   On 8 released albums, ABBA recorded 101 songs. Mama Mia had 17 songs in the first movie.  Mama Mia 2 had 18 songs.  That leaves 66 more songs that haven’t been put to motion picture yet.  Fernando, please make it stop.
9. Rigor Mortisfied.  The fear that if ever I have to take that little blue pill, I will get the medical condition that lasts over four hours and I’ll be sitting in a far away outdoor bathtub somewhere staring at a mountain not being able to contact my doctor for at least 6 hours.  Then I find out this was another class my doctor missed the day after his fraternity hazing night in college.
10. Eremophobia.  The fear of being alone.  I fear I won’t receive any responses to this blog.  So please, relieve me of this fear.

More common fears;

Arachno-phobia – fear of spiders is the most common (not the Charlotte kind, but the ones that have the same type shag carpet hair on them that the disco men have in my fear #2 above).  48% of women have this fear as do 12% of men.  The difference can be attributed to most men wanting to be Spiderman.   Another fear (#9) is Aerophobia – the fear of flying (This is miss-named.  It should be the fear of crashing – Splataphobia).  Although, I’m willing to bet, most of us mainly because of our everyday work commute, would love to have the ability to fly.  Even worst, imagine if you’re an Aerophobia bird!  Acrophobia – fear (#3) of heights (or fear of being pushed?).  Nyctophobia – (or StubaToe-itis) fear of the Dark is only the 35th most common fear.    Surprisingly, Anthrophobia -fear of flowers is classified as a fear (but not on this link).  Not sure if this is measured from the senders or the receivers perspective.

Others on the list of fears (link to list below);

Hippopoto-monstro-sesquipp-edalio-phobia (#26) – the fear of long words proving that sometimes you just can’t make this stuff up.   What I thought would be more popular, Coulro-phobia -the fear of clowns, is ranked only at #88.  They were sent in and apparently, found to be funny and not scary.  Mysophobia – the fear of germs (#8).  OCD people have elevated hand sanitizer to be a gateway drug.  Claustrophobia – the fear of Santa Claus is #7 on the list (OK, it’s really about tight spaces).  There’s Gephyrophobia (#41) the fear of bridges no matter how large or small.  Coincidentally, very few if any Gephyrophobias are dentists.  8% of Americans have Paraskevidekatriaphobia – the fear of Friday the 13th which is different than Triskaidekaphobia – the fear of the number 13.  Triskaidekaphobias never buy anything in a baker’s dozen.

Look at the list from the link………you’ll find other fears that will surprise you.  Remember, these are the 100 most common fears.  In the meantime……respond with those odd fears you have.  Name them if you want to.  I don’t mean to offend anyone with these actual fears but just getting people to list and talk about their fears, sometimes, you’re able to overcome them.

https://www.fearof.net/

 

Dinnertime in my childhood, one could not leave the table until one’s plate was completely clean.  We were told that there were starving children in places like “Narnia” and other countries that didn’t speak English.  I believed it too, because we had a set of encyclopedias at home that showed pictures of children in other countries, and they were very skinny.  I often wondered why the photographers didn’t bring food to them? Heck, even my grandmother had a candy drawer that was readily accessible (sometimes after dinner)…..where were these children’s grandmothers?  Anyway, most nights I would not have a problem cleaning off my plate mainly because of a serious condition that I could never find evidence of having……..I had a hole in my leg.  At least that is what my stepfather would say to me, especially when puberty came a-knockin’.   Those rare nights of struggle however were caused by the usual suspects.  Suspects plural because of one item.  I heard a lot of four-letter words in my childhood, but this string of four letters always made me uncomfortable!

Although it was only one item, I swear there were millions of them always on my dinner plate.  Peas!  Yes, peas is why I am overweight now.  I couldn’t stand the taste of peas by themselves.  I think my family invented the Himlich Maneuver before Himlich even conceived his plan when a renegade pea strategically hid underneath my mash potatoes one night causing my “Pea-dar” to launch into stage one of gagdom!  I needed a strategy to successfully remove the peas from my plate and receive the “You’re excused from the table” permission from the overlords.

My first attempt at a plan I thought was genius.  Peas are round, they should roll.  If I could secure a seat at the dinner table that was uphill, they could fall and gravity would roll them into the corner, out of sight.  Then the pea-eating dog would eat the evidence.  There were two immediate failures to my plan.    First, my father at the time was a carpenter and the damn table, chairs and floor were plum and level.  Second, I was the 3rd of three children.  I never got to vote or select a pea-eating dog for a family pet.

Plan B was then designed.  I wasn’t sure if this plan had a “Slim” chance or “Fat” chance to succeed.  I think it means the same thing, it just depends if you look at your plate as half full or just full.

Plan B knew that there is only so much surface area on a dinner plate (63.585″ on a 9″ plate………….finally, I’m using geometry that was taught in high school).  Of course I didn’t know the specific measurements at such a young age, I just knew I had to show a little “Green” on the plate to satisfy the judge and jury.   Plan B  was to fill the limited amount of surface area on the plate with likeable foods that I could finish.  I would fill the plate with meat, potatoes, corn and biscuits first.  Crescent rolls were the best as they took up more space than your normal round biscuit.  Being a non-co-mingler type eater, this left very little “Clean” space on the plate for those nasty peas.  I was able to down enough peas to receive the “Excused” from table pardon from Genghis and Chaka Khan.

What’s the popularity with peas anyway?  Peter Piper didn’t pick a peck of peas. He didn’t pick a pallet, a plethora or pint of peas.  He didn’t pick a packet or even a pair or paltry amount of peas.  He picked no peas to pleasure or pacify his palette at his palatial personal pagoda.  It wasn’t Jack and the Peastalk!  In fact, sticking with nursery rhymes, even in the Princess and the Pea, those nasty things were hidden under a mattress.  Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t allowed to bring mattresses to the dinner table (that was Plan C).  Stupid family rules!

The “Can’t leave until your plate is clean” was ingrained in my brain and still is to this day.  The additional caloric intake through my life in efforts to avoid peas via larger helpings of foods that actually taste good, has many commas in the total and the decimal is way on the right side of that number.  Those calories did build up.  I’m not saying that I’m fat, I’m just easier to see.

I also looked towards my BMI results for encouragement, but I’m undertall for my weight.  BMI was created back in the 1830’s by a Belgian astronomer/mathematician/statistician/sociologist whose name is as long as his job titles.  Keep in mind that the average man in 1830 was 5’5″ tall and weighed 166 pounds. The NFL didn’t even recruit the Belgian’s back then.   Heck, Belgian Waffles weren’t invented until 1958, so the index does need some updating.  I’m also pretty convinced that since it was invented in Belgian, the formula lost some math somewhere during the transition from metric.

So I looked it up; there are 300,000 acres of peas grown in the United States.  That would feed a lot of starving children in Narnia and they wouldn’t have to learn English.  Just the letter “P”.  There are about 349 million acres of farmland in the United States.  Therefore, peas account for 8/10’s of 1% of U.S. farmland.  I don’t know the percentage of peas that end up in Narnia, but 70% of peas are actually exported from the United States. Obviously there are fewer pea-eating dogs in the United States than I first thought.  According to the FDA, one serving of peas is a 1/2 cup and they total around 20-30 peas and 42 calories.  Sadly, there is no scientific evidence (as found in celery) that peas burn more calories through digestion than what the food contains.  That could have been a game changer to the pea lobbyists.  Peas are rumored to be high in manganese and vitamins B1 and K.  How they are not good in vitamin P is astonishing to me, but most scientists probably don’t eat or study peas either.   I wasn’t the best student, but I NEVER received the letter grade “K” in school.  Peas can’t even get good vitamin grade.  I state rumored earlier, as most pea-eating scientists are closeted pea eaters or suffer from PTSD (Peas Taste So Delicious).

I still don’t like peas.  I read somewhere that the pea industry was testing putting peas in guacamole dip.  Seriously, how much more do you want your food to look like crushed grasshoppers?  After several counseling sessions, I don’t blame my parents for any of my weight issues.  I’ve learned as I get older and wiser to simply stay away from things that make you fat.  Mirrors, scales and photographs are such things.

I will admit……Peas aren’t all bad.  I have heard that the best use for peas………..
…..is sitting on a bag of them after hemorrhoid or vasectomy surgery!

 

 

I used to be intimidated by people who were smarter than me.  But there was so many of them around!  Just as one hangs out with uglier people to appear better looking or with fatter people to look skinny, I decided to hang out with smarter people not because I thought I was smarter then them, I would just let them dominate the conversation and all I would have to do was nod my head or say “Ditto”!  I love smarter people so much, I married one and boy, does she tell me how smart I look when we’re together!

Being from the Midwest, I was brought up in a meat & potato family.  I was raised on a meat & potato diet.  I had childhood friends with nicknames like “Potato-Head”, as I swear every haircut he would get had to be done by a peeler. “Porky”, not because he was fat, but his skin would NEVER get any darker than pink.  We would have two practices a day in baseball for many days straight and his skin would always stay pink.  Cannibals were guaranteed to get salmonella if they ate him, no matter how long he cooked.  “Stew” because we could never really figure out his heritage.  I mean, who celebrates Bastille Day and Vernal Equinox Day?  “Bones”, let’s just say he never really had anything left to offer.  We played games like “Chicken” or when playing team games, one team had to be “Skins”.  Mom would have a “Cow” if she saw some of the things we didn’t tell her about.

When I graduated both high school and college, I would receive messages from family and friends saying “Well-Done” or when I would receive promotions from work, I was considered to be in my “Prime” and that a person like me was “Rare” (no feedback please).  Annual Holidays were spent around burgers, hot dogs, corned beef, ham and turkeys.  Famous couples were Sonny & Cher, Rowan & Martin, Simon & Garfunkel, Last Place & Cubs and of course, KF & C.

We grew up around places like the “Stockyards”, while we chewed the fat.  If we didn’t have a pig in a blanket, we had a chicken in every pot.  If God didn’t want us to eat meat, why did he make most animals slower than us?  Or as John Cleese stated; “If God didn’t want us to eat animals, why did he make them out of meat”?   Yes, “Beefcakes” and “Meat Market” had two different meanings in the Midwest!

It was brought to my attention today that there is such a thing sold as “Salted” seaweed.  Seriously, is there actually a market for “Unsalted” seaweed?  I’m old enough to remember when unsalted potato chips came out.  My only thought then was; “What’s the point”?  Wouldn’t you get the same effect and taste just by eating the salted potato chip box (not that they come in boxes anymore)?  Anyway, I have been told by a very reliable source that some markets even have aisles of seaweed.  Aisles!!!!!!!!  Please…..let that sink in (no pun intended)….Aisles of seaweed!   Domestic, imported, spiced, pickled and who knows what else?  Is there a craft-seaweed market?  Fill up my growler!  The name itself leaves a bad taste in the mouth of this vegetarian carnivore.  There is no positives (unless one is smoking it) in a weed…..aren’t most weeds the nasty things we try to kill in our yards that eventually cause green algae?  Does seaweed inherit the salad dressing we call Round-Up?   We’re talking seaweed here.  I bet most of us would have the exact same type of scream in pitch and volume whether we were bitten by a shark or our pinky toe touched an unexpected, slimy piece of seaweed underwater. Shark or seaweed?  Just as frightening!

Then the smart people talked to me.  Turns out, seaweed has been proven to improve energy levels, appetite, aid in digestive health and helps avoid birth defects in pregnant women.  Seaweed is high in vitamin A, C, E, K and B-12 or whatever grade you’re going into.  For those with high blood pressure, my guess is you need to seek out “Unsalted” seaweed.  Places like Lake Michigan, ice rinks and drawn baths come to mind.  Who knew that a Zamboni could multi-task as a combine/harvester?

Spicy seaweed snacks are very popular with the smart people I know.  It is also very popular with smart, pregnant women I know.  Seems to be even more popular with smart, pregnant, daughter-in-laws I know.  At first as a grandfather, I was concerned about my daughter-in-law not having enough energy to give birth and my new grandson not receiving the proper nutrients needed to be a healthy newborn.   By eating all this seaweed, selfishly, I just didn’t want my daughter-in-law to give birth to a guppy.  I no longer worry.  Smart people know what they’re doing and they always have the results to prove it.  As Styx sang; Come Kale away”!!

However………………………Grandfathers also know a thing or two and I know as soon as my grandson is born……we’re going out for a burger!!!!

 

Having a grandson that is three plus years old (with another one in the bullpen), although we want to establish a good moral foundation and security, is there a reason to try and create memories for anyone at that age?   It made me think; What is my earliest memory in my life and how old was I?

My older sister or brother may be able to add details or timing of this event, but the following is the very first thing in my life that I can remember.  My photographic brain had nothing but ruined negatives until then.

It was during a warm summer afternoon day, playing underneath our garage in an unofficial sandbox.   We lived off a main throughway in a town that would eventually be classified as extreme suburban sprawl in the future.  My Dad came home from work, parked his car in said garage and proceeded to tell me he just buried our family dog.  He then proceeded to walk into the house.  Not knowing fully what “Buried” meant (I was only 4 and burying things in my sandbox), I immediately started calling “Kings” name to find out the meaning of buried (I knew what a dog was) .  Of course, King never answered.  So, the portion of one’s life committed to memory had just begun for me.  Buried obviously meant don’t answer!   I don’t know why this is the earliest memory I can recall. Maybe because it can be classified as a traumatic moment (which I think we’re supposed to remember).  This event has been tagged #1 in my chronological brain folder.  To this day, I want to bury the telephone when it rings!

Through life, there are not only consequences to all of one’s decisions, but there could be unconscious, deeper reasons for making some decisions.  King’s decision was that he liked to chase cars on busy streets.  My decision (unbeknownst to me) was that my kids will never live near a busy road as they grow up.  Now I remember “Why”!

So, should I classify this as a “Bad” memory for the loss of a good dog or a “Good” memory because of actual results my family had later in life?  Ironically, the kids also do not like to chase cars, but I attribute that outcome and decision to King!

Up to what age do you have childhood amnesia?
What is your first memory?  If you’re parents are still alive, ask them about your memory.  If a parent, ask your kids their first memory.

As my Copernicus world continues to branch out to things I thought I would never know or even care about, as I age, I find it necessary for my own sanity to leave snippets of thought while at the same time asking for help from those that read my postings, to offer their stories and explanations of “Life” and the events that shape it.  I also hope to write shorter sentences from hereon-out!

Currently, this site will be public as I want to read from people I don’t know.  Since we all usually cluster together with “Like-Thinkers” and we can’t “Pick” our family (Damn those lottery-sperm winners), limiting postings to those exclusive groups would only reinforce the definition of “Incest-Thinking”.   Something goofy is usually the result and I hope that this can’t be life’s actual explanation.    But I also do not want to dissuade family and friends to respond with their thoughts and opinions as all of you are very important to me.  Just use an alias.  We’ll know who you are!

For me, I want to find humor in everyday life.  During stressful times, some people bite their nails, some people eat or don’t eat to extremes, some people over-think or freeze.  I try to cope with humor or a smile.  This doesn’t mean laugh at inappropriate times (i.e., a funeral or a catastrophe)…but try not to take everything so serious.  This is why I will be asking for stories and comments on life’s events.  Of course, if you want to post a good food recipe…..I’m all stomach.

I also find music cathartic.  I realize one should not live entirely in the past, but my brain seems to have coded times in my life with the songs I was listening to at that time (Mostly good times).  Maybe it’s because life appeared to be more fun, simpler and carefree in those youthful years.  Music brings a smile to my mood.  Maybe it’s just because I didn’t have a clue when I was younger what the hell was going on or if I should even care?   Copernicus was alive!  Although, truth be known, I still don’t know what the hell is going on!

I want to dedicate this site to the real heroes in life.  Not the one’s who get a star on a sidewalk somewhere, or win an MVP for a one-year accomplishment or even for someone who becomes famous for no apparent reason or skill. This site is for people who go to work everyday, sucking it up, grinding away only to build a better world for not only their family, but for the rest of us.  This site is for those who stay home, slaving away for no pay but somehow not only make a difference, but impact positively everyone around them.  These are the people I want to hear stories and anecdotes from.  They are the people who should be winning awards.

I really don’t know how this blog will evolve or grow.  So I ask that readers bear with and even recommend changes.  I’ll start topic subjects and thoughts, hoping to receive responses or even other topics to discuss.  Give us something to laugh and learn about.  Even though we read with our eyes, I’m all ears.

This is great…..after only one posting…I have reached four out of five senses!

Your learning question(s) this posting:
Can you name without looking up, the seven dwarfs or Santa’s eight reindeer?
Hint: Rudy was #9
Please don’t respond with your answers, just learn on your own….
…………and “No”, Goofy was NOT a dwarf.