Language!

Hello, my reader's. Yeah, I know, it's been about 2 months since my last post but I have been busy and I also felt to a degree you all were getting bored of reading my blog. So, here it is again.


Earlier this month I had a friend of mine call me who lives in another country, We had met on a popular social networking website and I decided I would give her my my number. It was quite interesting to hear from her.

One of the things that impresed me the most was her accent. She lives in Africa and once told me that she doesnt really notice the accent, because she doesn't think about it, but I liked it. She sounds Jamican.


At least I think so.

I have always found other languages fascinating. Other parts of the world are using the same words we are in America (if you are from America) but using it in a different way. I have always wanted to learn how to speak another language, I just have'nt accomplished it yet.

I have to master the American English language first.

When I get real nervous I stutter a litle.

There. I admitted it

In my last blog I had mentined that I was in California and spent a few days with my sister and her children. I was playng with one my nephews and I started barking. So did my nephew. The interesting thing was my sister's boxer was in the same room as my nephew and I and and ran towards us and let out a loud bark. I am not trying to say that either my self nor my nephew said anything to the animal, cause, well, we dont know. the interesting part was that she heard the bark and came running.

So, for right now, that is all I think I have. I do want to say it won't be another 2 months for you all to wait for another "FPTF"

So, in the immortal words of an American song writer named Paul Stanley

So,Goodbye Is Only For Now. 'Cause I'm Comin' Back.

Ps: For a friend of mine who once said "Can you mmmm make change"? don't laugh, please.

David.

Who's The Boss?

Greetings, my reader's. I know, it has been about 2 weeks since my last blog, but I have been busy.

About 2 weeks ago, I was in california visting my sister and heard one of my nieces say something interesting.

She had said that her older step sister was ' the boss' of her and her younger brother. I thought about that sentence for awhile and I came up with this Hypothosis: Who is your boss? Mine, well thats an easy one, I'll tell you later.

I have heard children use that term before. Basically what it is is who is in charge of them because they are way too young to take care of them selves if a parent is away.

Its a play on words perhaps as well. Kids know who is in charge of them even if they dont care to admit it. You have probably heard this from other children or possibly even with your own kids as well and it gies a little like this: "You're not the boss of me"

They know that you are. They are just testing you.

Call it a dare. Pushing the envalope to a degree. Children thinking they know better than their parents.We have all been there.

but, the "boss" thing like I said is interesting.eaving your kids in the care of some one else and praying it goes well. A large part of the time it does. Last thing I think any kid wants is a bad report from their 'boss' cause they would get it from mom and dad.

I know who my Boss is. His name is Jesus Christ.Who is your's?


Before I go, I want to say something else, earlier in this blog I used the word "Hypothosis". Its meaning is either a theory or an opinion of a person. I was once at a church many years ago and I was talking with 2 other people. We were making a decent conversation and on of the pwople, a woman had said something I thought was quite profound. I had told her 'I liked her hypothosis' and she came unglued. She didnt know what the word meant. We all do that. For instance, I would dare anyone to go into a Kentucky Fried Chicken and ask for some fried cock. I garantee you the cashier wont be thinking of about chicken.

Te reason is an obvious one.The term I used to describe chicken has been used as a reference to something else. And that would be on the cashier's mind.Not to critise a KFC employee, but lets face it, we all have a tendencie of letting our minds wonder on to things we shouldn't.


D...out

It's Back!!!!!

Greeting's my reader's. It Friday. What does that mean? Ok, it could mean alot of things but for the sake of time, what does it mean for "FPTF"? Anyone? Anyone? Interactive Friday's!

Now today's well, I guess to a degree I need your opinion on something. Its nothing all that serious, but here's the thing:

Wait.

Before I begin I need to tell you what made me think of this.

I had just woke up (seriously, no joke) about close to an hour ago and I think the thing that woke me was adream that I had. I had met, or I should say came in contact with a pastor of a church and I just couldn't contain myself. I started smacking the guy around causing a major disturbance in the building we were both in. Like I said, it was a dream. I would never do that to anyone in my waking hours. Especially to a pastor.

But the pastor in the dream is a real person. I attended his church for a little over 2 years, and I have a real problem with him.

He had said some things about me, none of them accurate and even though I have received prayer and have gotten alot of support over the issue, I think it is safe to say I am over it.

Or am I?

I would say yes, I am over it. It doesn't bother me. I know the truth I know what I did as apposed to what this clown has said about me. I have no need to worry. If I say that I am over it and I am , than why the dream and why was I so violent towards the man?

This is where you , my reader's come in:

What do you think, not just about the dream, but about your own personnal lives? I don't want to seem like I'm intruding but have you ever known anyone for a period of time that you thought you could trust and it turns out he/she was never trustworthy to begin with?

It's safe to say it happens with everyone.


Ok, Let's Get Interactive!

I Really Don't Like Stupid People (That Includes Myself, Sometimes)....... Or......... I once Got Carded For Buying A Pepsi

Happy Tuesday, my readers. Here's praying your day goes well. I will explain why there are two titles for this blog later.

Last week I was watching a little bit of the afternoon news and it had this guy who caused a high speed police chase. Now, I will be the first one to say, I didnt see the chase from start to finish, but the newscaster did report it and it was quite brutal.

I have never been able to understand why people do that. Some times it is only for a routine stop like a break light or something,but these people starting the chase want to make it worse. On themselves. And we, the people watching this schmuck.

It's stupidity.These police officers are only doing their jobs, stopping you for what ever they might happen to notice that is wrong. We some times think, oh no, its the cops, I better step on it!

I'll let you in on a little secret: you can be friends with police officers. You don't have to hate them just because of their jobs. You keep your nose clean so to speak, you have nothing to worry about.

We all do stupid things. Everyone. Some times in public for people to see, or in the privacy of your own home where its you staring into a mirror asking your self "What the hell am I doing?"

Regardless of where you do it or why you do it is not the question.

We also have to, at least some times live with the repercussions of other's stupidity.

On television for instance when we hear of a story of some one breaking up with some one or some one getting them selves in trouble.

A friend of mine, either last week or the week brfore that was on a social networking site and he left the comment about a celebrity who had gotten her self in trouble and sent to jail. The whole time she was there some people were talking about it. My friend said something on the order of this: the actress's name and a list of other peoples names that no one seems to have heard of, and my friend correct me if I am wrong (if he reads this) but have done more important things than what this actress did to land her in jail.

The question is: Who is the more stupid? the actress for getting her self in trouble or newscasters for following the story trying to make it sound important?

My anwer is both.


But, the best one by far has to be this. Reality tv stars.

You'll going to love this: These people go on televsion desperate to find a wife or a husband that they have mini affairs with the bachlor or the bachlorette
( which in it self is wrong) than after the supossed groom or bride finds the person they think they want to marry, about a month or two later magazine covers have plastered on them asking why they broke up

What went wrong? I'll tell you, They're stupid. And anyone else that seems to have nothing better to do with their day but to keep tabs on these morons are stupid as well


Interested in why two titles for the blog today. One is because some people reading this may say "awww, David, don't hate yourself, you're not stupid" well thank you,but I'm only human, and like the rest of the world I have my flaws.

Second reason: True story. I walk into a liquor store in southern California to buy a pepsi, take it to the counter to pay for it, cashier takes one look at it and say's " got any ID"? I look back at him and I say,"its a pepsi".

Guy say's "Oh, yeah, sorry. My bad."


Human beings. You Got to love 'em

d....out
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Story Time

Today my reader's, I am going to do something a bit out of blog content. I am going to show you my brain. Wait, don't run away just yet. What I ment was is I am going to show you how it works when it comes to being creative and writing a story.

Judge it for your self.


"In The Life Of Two Boys"


Once upon a time two boys were born on the very same day. One boy was born in a hospital, the other in the living room of a house. Niether child came from wealth or privlidge, just the circumstances surrounding labor with their moms.

two months later, both boys are doing well, the boy born in the hospital is doing what normal children his age would do. The second boy, the one born in the living room of his house, is doing well too. Till one day. As I call him 'the living room boy' has something tragic happen to him. He is taken from his mother. Very sad thing for both mother and child. The mother tries her best to keep her young family together but is unsuccessful. The powers that be must take the child else where.

The 'hospital' boy stays with his family, and becomes apart of a loving family when all of a sudden, the family of the hospital boy gets word that they have a new addition to their family. They have news that the 'living room' boy will be coming to live with them. It makes the family happy. Both boys will grow up knowing each other and being best pals.

That's exactly what happens. The two boys do grow up sharing a bond that it seems is unbreakable.

Untill one day many years later.

The boys have now grown up. They are 17 years old and it is time for one of them to leave for college. But which one? Could they both go to further their education? Well, they could go, nothing really stopping them both, but its a matter of who would benefit from college more. Both boys, well, now young men, have different perspectives on their lives.

So, the time to leave has arrived. They can't avoid it.
The hospital boy leaves for college.

the living room boy who has been like a brother to the other one for such a long time, has to deal with the fact that at least for now,his brother is gone. You can tell by the look on his face, he is not happy with this.

Than Sadness

The hospital boy who is in college and being a good student, hears horrible news. The living room boy has passed. His life ran its course. The 'Hospital' boy goes back home, unable to say goodbye before the burial, he makes his peace at the cemetary. The young man tells his growing up mate that he will miss him very much. They both had been through alot together. The hospital boy leaves the grave site and walks out of gates that are marked with the words "Pet Cemetary"

He stops takes one look around and under his breath says "good bye, my brother. I will miss you."


David Meier (story is copyrighted)

What Have We Done With Movies?!

Greetings and salutations, my reader's! Hope you are enjoying your thursday. Mine is just getting started. I have a feeling it is going to be a great one.

Before I go any further with my blog topic for today, I have a disclaimer, my language is going to be little harsh. If you choose to turn away, now would be the time to do it. Consider your self warned.

Yesterday afternoon I took a drive to my sister's house and her and husband had invited me to stay for dinner and to watch a movie they had rented, so I did. My sister and I, un fortunetly do not share the same taste in films. To some degree I respect that, to another, I question it.

One movie she had rented was recently in theather's called "Kickass". Supposedly based upon a comic book. The film is basically about a teenaged boy who likes to read comic books and at the same time wants to become a super hero in the process. Lot's of F bombs being dropped, a little bit of sexual situations. It is'nt what I would call a good movie.

Over the past couple of years there have seem to have been a lot of teen oriented comedies that deal with gross out behavior. Let me rephrase that. It is'nt just teen comedies, I think its movies of all genres.

For instance, a person gets into a fight, he or she is losing it and its getting brutal to put it mildly. Instead of calling the police to have the altercation stopped, they let it continue, some times, if they have a cell phone with video capabillites, filming it and sending it to the web.

This is not good for movies and it certainetly not good for real life.

Where have the values system gone for motion pictures with in the last 20 t0 30 years?

I am not saying these films should not be made, but I think what I am saying is these films dont really need to push the envelope as far as having to check your own belief system as you walk out of the theather.

One of my all time favorite film directors, Woody Allen in one of his recent year films was about a guy who lives in England that is married and is having an affair with another woman. One he wants to end the affair, he kills the woman and covers up his tracks. Basically getting away with it.

The film which is called 'Match Point' is the only film by Allen that I would have to say isn't one of his best, all though, the guy is so brillant when it comes to film making, one film out countless more isn't all bad.

Even though, I don't particully like it, i would still recommend it. Make up your own mind.
Which I think with motion pictures, you have to do.

d....out.

Small Problem That I am Working On Getting Resolved.

Hey, you. My reader's. I do apologise for the delay in writng. My computer crashed on me abouta little over a week ago and I am working on getting another one.

But, I wanted to write this week to let you all know whats going on with me. . I am in California. Have been for a week now, and its going really well.

I saw something on Sunday morning that made me think a little. I was on my way to a church that a friend of mine had invited me to and along the way I had past by some other churches that, well when I was living in California were doing well. Now, it seems, the building looks deserted. Granted, I have absolutley no idea what happened. They couldhave moved and the building has not sold yet. Maybe they planned something and were just not there 2 days ago when I drove by. It could be a number of things. I just pray it isnt what I think it might be and those respective churces have fell on hard times and had no other choice but to close. Its sad when that happens.

Now, once again, I dont know what happened, but its very easy for anyone to look at a scenario like that and just start playing the blame game. No one is immune to that. Every one plays it. Thing is how often do you play?

I said (well wrote)this once before, but I think a good reason why people don't want to become Christians is because they like what they do. They like talking about others and making them look bad.

Even if thayhave done nothing wrong.

They hear about that one pastor who got caught with his hand in the pervibial cookie jar, and think every pastor is like that.

Thats not true, but they are welcomed to their own beliefs.

Where eve these churches have gone, I pray for them and I would ask you my readers to do the same.

david.