What is written here is hot off the press! It's not planned, it's perhaps thought-about, but what is written here is new! Brand new! It comes from within and flows, so it's write it or lose it! It's not coming back soon. This is a moment. One moment and these are my thoughts. Thought belong to the privacy of the mind and soul, but these thoughts want out! They want expression and they want to exist within this cyberspace. When there is harmony, peace and love in this Soul, there is a wellness, a sense of knowing everything is as it should be in the Universe. I AM at One with Universe and the Univsere is at One with me. When last did you hear that? It used to be used all the time in the movies. A Hollywood mantra. Things have changed so drastically in our society and we haven't even noticed. So I am sitting on the sofa watch a movie:
Stalked by my doctor!
There's a scene in the movie where he picks a thirty-something beauty and they spend the afternoon together, during dinner he says to her:
As the film progresses Dr. Beck’s conduct gets more and more psychotic: he briefly steers his attentions from Sophie to date a 38-year-old (and therefore more age-appropriate) woman he’s met online, only when on their first dinner date he sits across from her at the table and says he’s about to retire to a villa in Cabo San Lucas and he wants to take her there, marry her and have kids with her, she freaks out at his forwardness and, instead of acting the way Barbara Stanwyck did to Fred MacMurray in Double Indemnity — cold-bloodedly saying, “Hold on. There’s a speed limit in this town,” she gets up to leave and he loses it in the restaurant, calling her a “bitch” for not immediately taking him up on his offer, chasing her outside and even banging on her car as she drives by. Then he goes into yet another one of his anger fits — which reminded me of how I used to behave when I totally lost my temper, though he got even crazier than I ever did — trashing garbage in an alley and screaming that he’s a doctor and therefore he’s entitled to love and companionship from any woman he asks for it. (Much of this movie really did remind me of the old joke, “What do you call a man who thinks he’s God? A schizophrenic. What do you call a man who knows he’s God? A doctor.”) http://moviemagg.blogspot.com/2015/12/stalked-by-my-doctor-shadowland-johnson.html
Found this and at the end of the restaurant scene! Now in the 1980's The Nanny This was the dream offer, I have money, I have a palace, let me take you away from all this, let me be your knight in shinning armor! Not many woman including Blanche from The Golden Girls wouldn't have quipped : "Well if you insist!
Mills and Boons Romance novels exist because there is a prince that will come and save us and take us away to his castle! Who stole our dream? Who killed romance? When did Romance die? How do you romance and love a woman in 2018? Apparently after spending an afternoon together, offering her a life of luxury results in the woman leaving convinced you are very sick man indeed! For calling her a bitch, he is clearly losing the plot and but here's the cherry on the cake, the only reason the movie is tolerable, he follows her out of the restaurant and kicks the trash can, telling her: "that's it, I am going to unfriend you!" It's classic! This is why men are now creeps, no one is telling them how to find love and the rules and etiquette has changed to such a degree that seriously I am so happy I am married, how would I find love in 2018?
Do we even understand the concept of love? Do we know that's it's more than just a warm fuzzy feeling, love is extending a helping hand when inside us we are running on reserves, but for a glimpse of that smile, I can stand here with you and we will share this moment. I am sitting gazing into a fire, my sister's son is stoking and adding logs to the hissing, crackling fire, there is nothing more stunning than watching a fire burn on a cold winter night. He is barely 18 and I was chatting away and he was quiet, he is very quiet, never draws attention to himself. Suddenly he looks up and he asks:
"What are we doing here aunt Berni?"
"We are chatting and watching the fire!" I respond, he smiles and he looks at me and says the most profound word.
"Memories." He stands up and comes to sit next to me, " We always making memories, that's what life is all about, my mom comes home and from working in front of her computer, she goes to sleep with her laptop. What memories is my mother making?"
Bob Marley tried to tell us and Bryan certainly told me, life is about living! Now I don't have a degree and certainly nothing besides a heart full of love, compassion and good intentions, we have to grasp this: Life is for living! WE making memories!
What memories are you making?
Don;t think that because you are young, you are clueless, don't think that because you have no degree, you have no value, don't think you are less, when you are someone's EVERYTHING!
Be your blessing!
Nameste!
Stalked by my doctor!
There's a scene in the movie where he picks a thirty-something beauty and they spend the afternoon together, during dinner he says to her:
As the film progresses Dr. Beck’s conduct gets more and more psychotic: he briefly steers his attentions from Sophie to date a 38-year-old (and therefore more age-appropriate) woman he’s met online, only when on their first dinner date he sits across from her at the table and says he’s about to retire to a villa in Cabo San Lucas and he wants to take her there, marry her and have kids with her, she freaks out at his forwardness and, instead of acting the way Barbara Stanwyck did to Fred MacMurray in Double Indemnity — cold-bloodedly saying, “Hold on. There’s a speed limit in this town,” she gets up to leave and he loses it in the restaurant, calling her a “bitch” for not immediately taking him up on his offer, chasing her outside and even banging on her car as she drives by. Then he goes into yet another one of his anger fits — which reminded me of how I used to behave when I totally lost my temper, though he got even crazier than I ever did — trashing garbage in an alley and screaming that he’s a doctor and therefore he’s entitled to love and companionship from any woman he asks for it. (Much of this movie really did remind me of the old joke, “What do you call a man who thinks he’s God? A schizophrenic. What do you call a man who knows he’s God? A doctor.”) http://moviemagg.blogspot.com/2015/12/stalked-by-my-doctor-shadowland-johnson.html
Found this and at the end of the restaurant scene! Now in the 1980's The Nanny This was the dream offer, I have money, I have a palace, let me take you away from all this, let me be your knight in shinning armor! Not many woman including Blanche from The Golden Girls wouldn't have quipped : "Well if you insist!
Mills and Boons Romance novels exist because there is a prince that will come and save us and take us away to his castle! Who stole our dream? Who killed romance? When did Romance die? How do you romance and love a woman in 2018? Apparently after spending an afternoon together, offering her a life of luxury results in the woman leaving convinced you are very sick man indeed! For calling her a bitch, he is clearly losing the plot and but here's the cherry on the cake, the only reason the movie is tolerable, he follows her out of the restaurant and kicks the trash can, telling her: "that's it, I am going to unfriend you!" It's classic! This is why men are now creeps, no one is telling them how to find love and the rules and etiquette has changed to such a degree that seriously I am so happy I am married, how would I find love in 2018?
Do we even understand the concept of love? Do we know that's it's more than just a warm fuzzy feeling, love is extending a helping hand when inside us we are running on reserves, but for a glimpse of that smile, I can stand here with you and we will share this moment. I am sitting gazing into a fire, my sister's son is stoking and adding logs to the hissing, crackling fire, there is nothing more stunning than watching a fire burn on a cold winter night. He is barely 18 and I was chatting away and he was quiet, he is very quiet, never draws attention to himself. Suddenly he looks up and he asks:
"What are we doing here aunt Berni?"
"We are chatting and watching the fire!" I respond, he smiles and he looks at me and says the most profound word.
"Memories." He stands up and comes to sit next to me, " We always making memories, that's what life is all about, my mom comes home and from working in front of her computer, she goes to sleep with her laptop. What memories is my mother making?"
Bob Marley tried to tell us and Bryan certainly told me, life is about living! Now I don't have a degree and certainly nothing besides a heart full of love, compassion and good intentions, we have to grasp this: Life is for living! WE making memories!
What memories are you making?
Don;t think that because you are young, you are clueless, don't think that because you have no degree, you have no value, don't think you are less, when you are someone's EVERYTHING!
Be your blessing!
Nameste!
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