Kirsten Namskau's blogg

2007-07-16T23:23:00.000-07:00

It's a time for everything . . .

I will be unable to post bloggs or be on the internet all together for 2 ~ 3 months due to lack of computer.
My PC has "passed away" and on a net-cafe I'm going to check mail only.
So until I have a new PC . . . . You take care, my friends and don't forget me.
I will try to popp in to make comments from time to time.

2007-07-14T03:36:00.000-07:00

What our eye may see . . .

Take a good look at this photo.

I copied it from the Norwegian newspaper VG 27. February 2006

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The photo appeared in the paper connected to Sally Ann Bowman's death.

I made a copy because . . .

When I look at the photo, I can see one legg too much, all to left of the photo. I also can see the other leg but weaker. The legs even make a shadow.

If you make the photo small, you can actually see the whole person with blue jacket on, twise the size of the other people.

So I'm asking you . . .

~ is this imagination?

~ is it a person there that have made himself invisible? In other words, an incubus.

~ is it a spirit?

~ is it a ghost?

~ is it a devil?

~ is it a giant?

What is it???

2007-07-12T04:15:00.000-07:00

The Microchip and Mark of the Beast . . .

Since my book "Tell Me Who I Am" got released, I frequent get e-mails from readers who refer to web-sites that "prooves" that what has happened to me also happen to others . . . and that even worse things is going on . . .

Read the following . . . .

The Microchip and Mark of the Beast:
A Stronger reason to Prepare than Earth Changes

Around 1993 my husband Michael was at a show. During the show, a man in his mid 20s started talking with Michael and told him the following story.
It seems this man, lets call him Dave, was a member of the military. Dave was shopping at the Military PX (their general store) and he was checking out. It was right before closing because everyone was trying to get out of the store quickly and was hurried. A man in front, let's call him Jim, checked out all of his items, about two grocery bags full. Without thinking about it, after checking the last item Jim ran his hand over the scanner - AND IT REGISTERED!!!!! It came up on the screen. The screen treated his hand as a debit card!!!
Jim realised he had messed up. He was supposed to be in another check-out line where people were not meant to see what happened.
The cashier was very flustered. She made Jim back out the transaction and made him pay the normal way.
Dave then checked out also, and outside asked Jim some questions. Jim told Dave that it was a government program. He and about two hundred other people volunteered to accept a chip implant in their hand for payment purposes. He was paid $20,000-$30,000 (can't remember which) for this!!! It worked only at the Military PX.
So, you can see, 'they' are already getting systems in place for the cashless society they dream of.

This story was taken from: http://www.metatech.org/microchip_mark_of_the_beast.html

What do you think, is it a reason to worry???

2007-07-09T10:03:00.000-07:00

Computer-lesson . . .

Rule number one is to keep your hand soft but firm on the mouse.

2007-07-08T09:57:00.000-07:00

Summer-time . . .

Means easy-made food . . .

(It's a lot of good stuff inside there.)

2007-07-06T23:51:00.000-07:00

HÆÆ . . . I'm tagged by Lexcen . . . !

Lexcen at http://gripes-of-wrath.blogspot.com/ has tagged me. For this tag, the rules are:Link back to the original post.Post eight facts about myself, that not everyone knows.Choose eight fellow bloggers, and leave them a tag in their comment section.
(Sorry Lexcen, I’m not going to tag anyone, but those who feel for it, go for it . . . )

1) I am descendant from Romania on my father’s side
2) I’ve been a singer
3) I’m educated actress
4) I’ve Royal blood in my veins
5) I am the peace-talk woman Norway send to Israel in mid-80’s
6) I’ve never been in hospital (except child-birth) and have never been serious sick
7) I’ve worked at Gold’s Gym, Cairo
8) I love hiking

2007-07-05T09:50:00.000-07:00

10 things only women understand . . .

10. Cats' facial expressions.

9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.

8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.

7. Fat clothes.

6 Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.

5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.

4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.

3. Eyelash curlers.

2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.

AND, the Number One thing only women understand:

1. OTHER WOMEN

2007-07-03T09:44:00.000-07:00

10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE "ESTROGEN ISSUES"

1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.

2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.

3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.

4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.

5. You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: "How's my driving-call 1- 800-".

6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.

7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from "outer space".

8 You can't believe they don't make a tampon bigger than Super Plus.

9 You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.

10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday..

2007-07-01T03:21:00.000-07:00

When did the world go crazy? . . .

I got a letter from amazon.com concerning sale of my book “Tell Me Who I Am” as an eBook.
It says . . .
digitalrights skrev:

Hello from Amazon.com D igital Text,

Residents of countries outside of the U.S. must use
banking information for payment, and the bank should
be based in the U.S. You may want to check for an
affiliated branch in your country. A U.S. based Internet
bank should be fine also. Unfortunately, PayPal is not
available payment for residents outside of the U.S.
Thanks for your interest in Amazon.com eBooks.
Sincerely,
The Amazon.com D igital Text Team

Here in Egypt we have only City-bank, but to receive money from amazon.com they claim that I have to open a business account. Which means that I have to show paper of proof that I have put in at least LE 30 000,- ( U.S. $ 5 217,-) and have at least 3 employees.
Since I don’t have any business, I can not get any account.
I have Norwegian Passport and am from Norway, but in Norway they don’t have any U.S based banks. I am Danish citizen, but in Denmark they don’t have any U.S based banks neither.
I went into U.S Internet banking, but they serve only U.S citizen.
Does this means that I will not get my money for sold books, because I do not have an account in a U.S bank???
Yes . . . that is exactly what it means in practice.
When did it become common that the debtors were to order you to where they want to send your money?
I thought it was me who decided what bank I want to use, and whoever owe me money should pay into that account after my request ! ! ! ! !
Has it also become like this that it is the criminal person of an act that shall decide what lawyer the victim shall use?? (He maybe choose a lawyer that is a friend of the criminal part of the case.)
Who is it that decides where I shall live? What food I shall eat?

I feel as if I missed out something here . . . . WHEN EXACTLY DID THE WORLD GO CRAZY??

2007-06-30T09:36:00.000-07:00

The evolution of communication. . .

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2007-06-27T09:30:00.000-07:00

Pregnancy Questions & Answers . . .

Q: Should I have a baby after 35?

A: No, 35 children is enough.

Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?

A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.

Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?

A: Childbirth.

Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.

A: So what's your question?

Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?

A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.

Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?

A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.

Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?

A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.

Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?

A: Yes, pregnancy.

Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?

A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.

Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?

A: When the kids are in college.

2007-06-25T08:46:00.000-07:00

Male & female items . . . .

Did you know? . . .

You may not know this but many non-living things have a gender.

1) Ziploc Bags are Male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.

2) Copiers are Female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again. It's an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are pushed.

3) A Tire is Male, because it goes bald and it's often over-inflated.

4) A Hot Air Balloon is Male, because, to get it to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under it, and of course, there's the hot air part.

5) Sponges are Female, because they're soft, squeezable and retain water.

6) A Web Page is Female, because it's always getting hit on.

7) A Subway is Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.

8) An Hourglass is Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom.

9) A Hammer is Male, because it hasn't changed much over the last 5,000 years, but it's handy to have around.

10) A Remote Control is Female. Ha! You thought it'd be male, didn't you?

But consider this - it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying!

2007-06-23T08:40:00.000-07:00

Take the advantage of everything that is free . . .

2007-06-20T23:27:00.000-07:00

How many animals goes in a pantyhose ? . . .

... Q: How many animals can you fit into a pair of pantyhose?

... Now, think about it......

... Ready???

... Answer: 10 little piggies, 2 calves, 1 ass, and an unknown

... number of hares.

2007-06-19T23:47:00.000-07:00

Thoughts of the day . . .

- Does a clean house indicate that there is a broken computer in it?

- Why is it that no matter what colour of bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

- Is there ever a day when mattresses are NOT on sale?

- Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with the hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

- Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give their vacuum one more chance?

- How do those dead bugs get into closed light fixtures?

- Why do we wash BATH towels? Aren't we clean when we use them? If not then what was the purpose of the bath?

- Considering all the lint you get in your dryer, if you kept drying your clothes would they eventually just disappear?

- When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say 'It's all right'? It isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That hurt, you stupid idiot?'

- Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

- Is it true that the only difference between a yard sale and a trash pickup is how close to the road the stuff is placed?

2007-06-17T01:44:00.000-07:00

My Father's Castle . . .

We were four children . . . I was the second girl, having one older sister and a younger sister and a brother. My father was originally educated inside the police. Right after the war, my mother also worked inside a department of the police, but stopped working as she started to take children.
I can remember, how proud my father was every day when he took on his police uniform, straighten himself at the wall and put his hands on his back, before he took off to work.
But under the war, my father got Tuberculoses and he got worse and worse until he lost his work-permit.
Many times, I woke during the night, finding the home empty with blood all over the place. I knew . . . my father had taken an attack of vomiting blood, flushing out, uncontrolled from his mouth and was taken to the hospital. I always started to wash off all the blood, so my siblings should not see it, although I was not more than about 5 / 6 years.
Many times we believed that he should die and we got used to be prepared waiting for the message that it was over.
My mother had to start working. She got a good job as an accountant, but it was hard times.
My father never got used to be the one at home and was embarrassed that he had to let my mother work and be the bread-feeder of the family.
As things got worse, and my father also took “cancer” in the small part of his lung that was still working, my parents took contact with a woman we called Aunt Inga. She was into alternative solutions of everything concerning health.
Since my father had difficult to breath, had punctuated more than three-quarter of his lungs and now also suffered from cancer, she gave him some herbs that should help him to breath. At that time, it was no medication yet for Tuberculosis.
I remember the smell of herbs, every day as my father made his tea that should help him to breath. And it did help him . . . He did found it easier to breath. More so, the herbs should show up to help more than anybody expected.
As he went to his doctor every week for X-ray, his doctor got more and more confused. Finally he told my father that it seemed that the Cancer-cyst was shrinking. After one year, the Cancer was all gone. My father stopped to get so sick and stopped puking blood. He had actually not been in the hospital for long time. The doctor could not explain what happened, but it seemed that the Tuberculosis had evaporated. He didn’t have the shadows on his lungs anymore.
But he didn’t get back his work-permit.
When the medicine for Tuberculosis came, he was enforced to take them, although he by then had been free from the illness for two years.
Still, he didn’t get back his work-permit.
He looked by now, healthy and strong and since he also from the nature had somewhat colored complexion, people around started to bully him for not working.
He recovered from his ill health, but he actually never recovered from the bullying of the people.
He was ashamed, feeling small and useless. It was my mom who rose him from “the mud” one day when she said: “It doesn’t matter who is at home and who is working in a family. What matter is that one brings the money for food on the table and one is at home and takes care of the children. Since I never have been good in making food, hate to clean and do house-work and so one, I am so happy that I am allowed to work. What people say, doesn’t matter . . . It is what we know, that matters.”
This rose my father to respect again and he did the house-work, cleaned our clothes, made the food and did his best in everything.

What my mother said, become a rule of living in my life.
All the people that bullied my father, didn’t know about his health. They only took account for his appearance and when he looked healthy, they took it for granted that he was healthy.

Remember that, next time you want to criticize someone for something.

It doesn’t matter how much you believe you know about the person and about the case. You still don’t know even a fraction of the whole picture.

2007-06-17T01:00:00.000-07:00

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY . . .

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2007-06-15T04:17:00.000-07:00

Quotes of the day . . .

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Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.THAT'S relativity.-Albert Einstein

The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.- Robert Frost

The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it.- Franklin P. Jones

We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?-Jean Cocturan

It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper.- Jerry SeinfeldIt

Matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.- Darrin Weinberg

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

"Help a man when he is in trouble and he will remember you when he is in trouble again.

Complex problems have simple, easy to understand wrong answers. It is not exactly cheating, I prefer to, consider it creative problem solving.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness, didn't know where to shop.

Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but then again, neither does milk.

Most people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them.

Forgive your enemies but remember their names.

The number of people watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.

Don't worry that the world ends today, its already tomorrow in Australia"

Intellectuals solve problems; geniuses prevent them."--Albert Einstein

2007-06-11T23:54:00.000-07:00

Optical Illusion . . .

Clean your glasses,

take a couple of deep breath,

relax you shouldres and neck

And see if you can manage this optical Illusion . . .

2007-06-09T13:54:00.000-07:00

Stolen body-parts and plastic surgery . . .

I’m sure you all have heard about people who have been abducted and be-stolen their kidney . . . ? ! Did you think it’s only nonsense? NO . . . Body-parts “disappear “ all over the world all the time.
Take me per example . . . Some years ago, I lost my thighs. It happened one night I went early to bed. I went to bed in my own body, but the next day . . . I woke up with somebody else’s thighs! ! ! It was obvious that they were not mine. They looked like something similar to oat-porridge. Who can be so cruel doing something like that?? Who was the owner of these thighs and where were mine?? I used that summer to look for my own thighs. Sad and angry, at the end I had to accept that stay-up stockings was out and long panty-hose with extra support was in.
One day I again was not on watch, the thieves hit out again! This time, it was my buttock they wanted. It must have been the same bandidos, because although the buttock now was 10 cm lower than original, the new buttock suited exactly the thighs I had got earlier. . . Now the thighs and the buttock suited each other, but not me . . . Awful! ! ! The only thing I now could ask for, was that long skirt again should become a fashion.
If this was not enough . . . One morning my stomach-muscles was gone. I woke as usually, but it was obvious, somebody had taken my stomach-muscles! My upper body looked something like liquid, and it was obvious that my guts was splashing around right behind the skin of my stomach, without anything keeping it on it’s place. . . .
It was then I started to use body-stockings when I should go out any place. (I envy my mother her girdle.)
A couple of year ago, they took my arms too . . . They had been replaced with some-ones else’s.
One day as I was doing my hair, I suddenly found myself fascinated and terrified looking at how the meat on my upper arm swung from side to side in harmony with the movement of the hair-brush.
Terrified, I stopped using blouses with short sleeves.
It was terrifying to see how all my body-parts slowly, but surely, had been changed.
Age? Age doesn’t have anything to do with this . . . Age is something that comes slowly, invisible, little by little, like getting ripe.
No, this was something coming from unknown source – attacking me – again and again without warning! What is the next??
The night my firm chin got replaced with a turkey’s . . . I decided to tell you my story.

Hi you . . . All women in all ages – support me in my campaign against plastic surgery! They don’t use plastic, you know . . . You do know from where they get all those firm tights, flat stomachs and firm chins, don’t you??? Yes right, they take ours! ! !

We are against plastic surgery! ! We demant our right to keep our own firm body to ourself! !

PS. Last year I though they had stolen my breasts too; I woke up in the morning and looked down at my body – and my breasts were gone! ! ! Nothing . . . flat as a tray! !
I jumped out of the bed and run to the mirror. . . to my relief I discovered that they had only slipped down under my armpit, while sleeping. . . .

2007-06-07T07:58:00.000-07:00

The case of Madeleine . . .

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Something doesn’t add up in this case, neither when it comes to the police’s reaction nor the parents.
The child was kidnapped while the parents were at a restaurant a few meter away, while the children was asleep. It was three children sleeping in the same room. Madeleine was the oldest one.
As I have understood, it was no sign of forced entrance. Only the oldest child, Madeleine was taken. None of the children woke up under the act of kidnapping, not even Madeleine. (No screaming, no resistance.)
The whole after-play has become like a show, none in the world would have supported you if you had experienced the same with your kid kidnapped. (I’m thinking about the 32 million dollar reward to the one who can “help” finding the girl, meeting the pope etc.)

1) The person who has “kidnapped” Madeleine, must be one the family know.
2) The person must have been familiar with the home and knew exactly when the children go to bed and where the children’s bed-room is.
3) The person must also have known about the back-door and either it used to be locked or not.
4) The person must have known that the parents was out at the time, where the parents were, and for what reason, in order to know how much time the person had to his/hers disposal for the act of kidnapping.
5) In order to kidnap the child without the risk that the child or any of the other woke during the act, the children, (all of them) must have been given sedatives. (Unless the person was well known by the children and didn't impose fear.)
6) Nothing else in the home was touched or stolen. It was a pure, planned “kidnapping” of the particular child.
7) Why only Madeleine, why not all of them or one of the twins or both of the twins?
(Can it be the fact that Madeleine is oldest, strongest, also mentally, and have been told that she should go with “someone” for a short time?)

A) Did the police take an immediate blood-test of the other children in order to find out what kind of sedatives has been used? (NO)
B) Have the police search all the friends of the family and tracked their foot/steps that day? (NO)
C) Did the police close all borders of the country right away? (NO)
D) Have the parents been examined under lie-detector? (NO)
E) Has it been taken fingerprints in the home? (NO)
F) Has strange cars in the area at the time been noticed, searched etc. (NO)
G) Do the parents act and look like they are in trauma? (NO) (Not before they got the direct question from a journalist in Germany, if they themselves were involved in the case. If so, they maybe now start to feel it “burns” under their own feet?)
H) Who care for the other children, while the show is on?
I) Who pay for the show? (All the expenses, traveling around like announcing a world-fair, meeting the pope and famous people. Would these people also have met you if your child got lost? (NO))
J) Who is left behind to receive Madeleine if she returns while her parents are traveling around?
K) Are the parents / family a famous, world-wide known family, one would expect such attention around in a case like this? (NO)

Excuse me . . . Something doesn’t add up.

2007-06-04T23:45:00.000-07:00

Your life is formed . . .

In sand and stone . . .

TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING THROUGH THE DESERT.
DURING SOME POINT OF THE JOURNEY,

THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT;
AND ONE FRIENDSLAPPED THE OTHER ONEIN THE FACE.

THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED WAS HURT,
BUT WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND:
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.

THEY KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH
THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED
GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.

AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:
"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ".

THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM,
"AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND
AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?

"THE FRIEND REPLIED:
"WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND,
WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.

BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT.

"LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND
AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.

2007-06-04T11:27:00.000-07:00

For sale . . .

2007-06-02T11:11:00.000-07:00

A girl like mom . . .

Manny was almost 29 years old, most of his friends were married and Manny just bounced from one relationship to the next.
Finally a friend asks him "What’s the matter are you looking for a perfect woman?"

"Are you that particular?"

"Can’t you find anyone who suits you?"

"No," Manny replied. "I met a lot of nice girls, but as soon as I bring them home to meet my parents my mother doesn’t like them. So I keep on looking."

"Listen" his friend suggested "why don’t you find a girl who's just like your dear ole mother?"

Many weeks pasted before Manny and his friend met again.

"So Manny, did you find the perfect woman yet, one just like your mother?"

Manny shrugged his shoulders "Yes, I found one just like my mom. My mom loved her, they became good friends."

"Excellent! So are you engaged yet?"

"I am afraid not, my father cant stand her!"

2007-05-30T12:46:00.000-07:00

I wish I had a car . . .

2007-05-24T12:14:00.000-07:00

Banking in Egypt . . .

Have you EVER experienced that your bank can not cash your paycheck, because you don’t have a bank-account???
I got a pay-check from abroad. A closed check that is. I have many times in my life got closed checks and I also used to write closed checks if I ever wrote checks. This is to prevent anybody else to be able to cash the check, if it got stolen.
So, I got a closed check from HSBC in UK and went to HSBC here in Egypt. I don’t have any bank account at the time. I have had several accounts in different banks here in Egypt, but found out that none of them are to be trusted, so I dropped it all together.
Once I had an account . . .
in Arab International Bank: When I should take out money or cash a check, they gave the money to the one behind me (a stranger) while I was signing for it and it was me who got thrown out, when I started shouting, because I had not got my money.
In commercial Bank Egypt: They gave the whole account to somebody else from Norway, with false signature and paper. She did not even have the same hand-style as me, and did not even have my name, Her name was (Carmen Furentcia!) but with the help from The Norwegian Embassy, they only handed over my account to her. That was the account of mine that was holding the major amount of my money. I never got it back. It was never anybody that found it necessary to help me.

In CityBank: They started to withdraw money for insurance directly from my account, without telling me or ask me if I was interested to have any insurance at all. THEY had decided that it was a good idea to have their insurance.

In Misr Bank: They gave the recite of received money to an unknown person behind me. That was at a time, when those recites was necessary when one should renew the visa. The stay was according to the amount you had taken out of your account in US$ for living, if you did not have work-permit.

In Pakistan International Bank of Egypt: I had given strictly, written order of that a part of my salary (from Pakistan International School, Cairo) should automatically be transferred to my account in Denmark, since I had dept there that should be paid. But with interference from the Norwegian Embassy, they had contradicted my order and instead ordered the money to themselves (to a person from the Norwegian Embassy). With the result that I came in big trouble in Denmark and lost my account in Denmark. The Norwegian Embassy also went to my school and ordered all my post censured. All my post went to the Norwegian Embassy, although I was by now a Danish citizen and connected to the Danish Embassy. (I had my mailing-address to my work, since I at that time lived in a collective.)
In some banks, like Pakistan International Bank, you even have to pay US$ 100,- to close the account.

So . . . Now I had this check from UK I wanted to cash in HSBC.
They can not cash a closed check unless you have an account in their bank. It cost LE 3000,- (US$ 521,74) to open an account. If you don’t have the money to open an account, then you can not get your money ! ! ! ! ! !
How stupid is that???
Have you ever heard anything like that before! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Is it like that in your country; where-ever you live in the world!?
I have never experienced anything even similar to this before, any place on earth, and I have by now traveled the earth quite well.

I didn’t get my money! ! ! ! ! . . . I had to send the check back again! . . . I lost my money!

Here in Egypt, it cost between US $ 500,- 1000,- to open an account. I have never experienced that before neither, that you have to pay to open an account. Do you have to pay to open an account in your country???

Tell me . . . Have I come to monkey-land or not???

It is no way that I want to open a new account in Egypt after these experiences, but I most certainly have the right to get my money and to cash any pay-check coming from any place in the world.
Am I right or wrong?

Sometimes, I am so engrossed by the stupidity, the lack of common sense, logical sense or ordinary individual line of thought and understanding, so I do wonder if this is genetically or educationally stupidity. If it is educationally, where do they learn to become that stupid?

Please . . . . I hope as many as possible will comment on this post. Even if you do it anonymous. Only remember to tell the country you are in.
It is important to me. . . . Thank you.

2007-05-23T04:20:00.000-07:00

We all feel it . . .

It's something in the air . . .

.
It goes towards the summer and all of us start to get busy with other things than being on the internet. One after one disappears. Gardening, holidays, school-events to attend (both for children and their parents) etc. etc.

We all have to show patient here and understand that although we disappear for some time, I think we will be popping in from time to time. At least, do as I have done, put you favorite bloggs on blog-line, so you can see when and who is updating their blog. And I hope . . . whoever disappear now, that we will see each-other again when Autumn comes.
I myself will also be busier as usually, but I will visit from time to time. So I hope we can stay in touch, in one or another way. You have my e-mail in my profile . . . just in case . . .

2007-05-22T00:37:00.000-07:00

What kind of girl are you . . .

or your wife? . . .

------Girls----------

-------are like apples---------

-----on trees. The best ones------

----are at the top of the tree.-----

----The boys don't want to reach------

--for the good ones because they---

-are afraid of falling and getting hurt.-

Instead, they get the rotten apples-

from the ground that aren't as good,

but easy. So the apples up top think

something's wrong w/ them when in

-reality they're amazing. They just--

---have to wait for the right boy to

---- come along, the one who's-----

------- brave enough to----------

----------climb all--------------

---------the way ------------

--------to the top----------

-------of the tree.--------
***********************

2007-05-20T00:03:00.000-07:00

We had rain the other day . . .

and I needed washing . . .

.

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in the Mall. She must have been about 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.

It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushesover the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Mall.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in

"Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked.
"Lets run through the rain!" She repeated.

"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom,let's run through the rain,"

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and notget wet?"

"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.

Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.

Now, some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case.

They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. . . I ran. . . I got wet. I needed washing.

2007-05-18T23:54:00.000-07:00

MAN . . . We do the best we can,

pleace be kind. . .

A woman dropped in unannounced at her son's house. Having knocked on the door she immediately walked in.

She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law lying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing, and the aroma of perfume filled the room.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm waiting for Justin to come home from work." The daughter-in-law answered.

"But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed.

"This is my love dress," the daughter-in-law explained.

"Love dress? But you're naked!"

"Justin loves me to wear this dress," she explained. "Every time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic and ravages me for hours.

The mother-in-law left. When she got home she undressed, showered, put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD, and lay on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive. Finally, her husband came home. He walked in and saw her lying there so provocatively.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"This is my love dress," she whispered, sensually.

"Needs ironing," he said, "What's for dinner?"

2007-05-16T11:43:00.000-07:00

4 years old killed his grand-dad . . .

.

The following story was told at the Sunday-school for the kids 4 ~ 7 years . . .

This family counted four married siblings and their old dad. The old man was sick and couldn’t live alone any longer, so it was decided that he should live for a while with each of his children. The problem was that none of the siblings really wanted him to live with them.
The young son in one of the families was listening to the grown ups talking about this problem.
The boy at 4 years old, went to his grand-dad and told him what he had heard.
The old man felt so sad and troubled that he took a heart-attack and died.

The Sunday-school teacher then told the children, that it was to the best for the old man, because now he was dead and had come to heaven.

I must say, I got somehow troubled when I heard this . . . Is this really a story for small children? Was this the correct way to tell the story??

What is your opinion? Do you have children going in Sunday-school, and would you like your children to hear this kind of stories?

2007-05-15T10:46:00.000-07:00

Welcome Arne . . .

Arne is “new” at Blogspot.
He is one of my friends from Yahoo360 and one of the very few blog-friends of mine, I am chatting with on messenger. He has bloggs many places and I invited him over here to continue his blog at Blogspot, since we both got “fed-up” at yahoo360.
He is a cheer person, also from Norway, lived his adult life in Canada and after retirement moved to Malaga, Spain.
His blog has always something for every mindset. He is honest and polite. Politeness is also the one and only thing he expects from you.
I have over the years got both compliments and correction from Arne, but always with caring mind.
I hope he will stay with us and update his blog.
So my friends, pop into his blog, welcome him and encourage him to continue at Blogspot.

http://arnejan.blogspot.com/

2007-05-14T06:38:00.000-07:00

Have you heard about the new

x-ray-camera? . . .

Warning women!!! Remember to keep your knickers on this summer . . . It's men with camera outside . . .

.

2007-05-13T00:36:00.000-07:00

Been at the doctor lately? . . .

Embarrassing Medical Exams told by new-educated doctors. . .

1. A man comes into the ER and yells, "My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!" I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs, and I was in the wrong one.
Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Francisco

2. At the beginning of my shift I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall. "Big breaths," I instructed. "Yes, they used to be," replied the patient.
Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes, Seattle, WA

3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a "massive internal fart."
Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg

4. During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. "Which one," I asked. "The patch. The nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours and now I'm running out of places to put it!" I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body! Now, the instructions include removal of the old patch before applying a new one.
Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair, Norfolk, VA

5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, "How long have you been bedridden?" After a look of complete confusion she answered, "Why, not for about twenty years, when my husband was alive."
Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson-Corvallis, OR

6. I was performing rounds at the hospital one morning and while checking up on a woman I asked, "So how's your breakfast this morning?" It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to the taste," the patient replied. I then asked to see the jelly and the woman produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly."
Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit, MI

AND FINALLY!!!................

7. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB , I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams. To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. I looked up from my work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?" She replied, "No Doctor, but the song you were whistling was, "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener."
Submittet by RN, no name

2007-05-11T13:47:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time . . .

Some time ago I had a PodCast . . . It's like having your own radio-show. In the beginning it was quite funny. I don't know if it was the service itself, the internet or my computer . . . But more and more often the post wouldn't go through. Every time I should post it, it came a bug or when I posted it, the play-button didn't show up or it went so slowly, so the time run out and I had to make the program again and again, before the post went through.

As you can see if you go over, all the last 5 / 6 posts doesn't have play-button. (annoying) When I tried to tell about the book and read parcells from it. At the end, I had to write it down as a blog. But that was not the reason for opening a PodCast! (Know what i mean )

Because of all the trouble with the recording-process, it more and more often happened that I used up to 8 / 10 hours to make a 10 minutes post . . .

And that . . . I didn't have time for. So I closed it and decided to stick to the blog.

But if you want to hear my voice, click on my PodCast batch. You have to scroll all down to the post "The child of another brand" to find programs where the play-button works.

Enjoy !!!

2007-05-10T12:14:00.000-07:00

Hold your tongue . . .

It’s all about gossip. Do you gossip? Have you ever been exposed by gossip. Do you know how it feels to be exposed by gossip?

Most people believe that lying is wrong, and that’s one of the reasons so much gossip begins with “I heard” or “someone told me”. Attributing a statement to someone else take the responsibility for its accuracy away from the one speaking. Never the less . . . This doesn’t make it ethical to gossip.
In general, happy people spread positive gossip more often, and unhappy people spread negative gossip more often.
In general we tend to spread positive information about our allies and negative information about our enemies.

How can we stop gossiping?

~ Let the gossip stop with you. You can decide not to spread it further.
~ If you are not sure if something is gossip, go to the source and get the facts straight.
~ Use the Golden Rule: Talk about others in the same way you would like them to talk about you.
~ If you are not sure of what you are about to say is gossip. Ask yourself: “Do this person need to know this? Am I sure it’s true, accurate and helpful?”
~ Keep you tongue from speaking evil, and keep you lips from telling lies.
~ If you have nothing better to do that sit around talking about other people, you easy may wind up saying things you will regret later.
~ Ask yourself: “What is my motive for telling what I am about to tell?” If it is to get attention or make yourself more popular or important, then your motives are wrong and you should refrain from speaking

2007-05-07T03:43:00.000-07:00

Biological warfare . . . ?

From China to Panama, a Trail of Poisoned Medicine

IN CHINA At least 18 people, most of them in Guangdong Province, died in a month last year after they ingested contaminated medicine.

Published: May 6, 2007 NY Times
The kidneys fail first. Then the central nervous system begins to misfire. Paralysis spreads, making breathing difficult, then often impossible without assistance. In the end, most victims die.

Chemical country The Taixing countryside in eastern China, near the Yangtze Delta. Forty-six barrels of toxic syrup followed a path from a factory in the nearby small town of Hengxiang to Panama.
Many of them are children, poisoned at the hands of their unsuspecting parents.
The syrupy poison, diethylene glycol, is an indispensable part of the modern world, an industrial solvent and prime ingredient in some antifreeze.
It is also a killer. And the deaths, if not intentional, are often no accident.
Over the years, the poison has been loaded into all varieties of medicine — cough syrup, fever medication, injectable drugs — a result of counterfeiters who profit by substituting the sweet-tasting solvent for a safe, more expensive syrup, usually glycerin, commonly used in drugs, food, toothpaste and other products.
Toxic syrup has figured in at least eight mass poisonings around the world in the past two decades. Researchers estimate that thousands have died. In many cases, the precise origin of the poison has never been determined. But records and interviews show that in three of the last four cases it was made in China, a major source of counterfeit drugs.

Panama is the most recent victim. Last year, government officials there unwittingly mixed diethylene glycol into 260,000 bottles of cold medicine — with devastating results. Families have reported 365 deaths from the poison, 100 of which have been confirmed so far. With the onset of the rainy season, investigators are racing to exhume as many potential victims as possible before bodies decompose even more.

2007-05-06T01:53:00.000-07:00

Asking for job . . .

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It is no such thing as a dress-code any more, is it??? Even at schools the teachers and school-administation start to react on the way students dress. It was a reason for that they started with school-uniform . . . Maybe we also should start with uniformed dress-code at work, since we by individual mind, don't understand to dress after situation.

What is your opinion?

2007-05-04T23:57:00.000-07:00

I feel twisted, but good . . .

I have had a lot on my mind and a lot to do these last days . . .

As you know a couple of posts ago, I asked for help to publish my new book.
I got a lot of help and advices I am SO grateful for. (Not money, but help)
One told me to try to make self-publishing. I followed his advices and read everything carefully.
So now, with some problems along the “road” . . . I finally I have succeeded to convert my book into an eBook to almost half price. (In Scandinavia, it is less than half price.)
So I hope my friends, if you can help me further, please recommend my book to people. If you can put the ad (as it is on my site) on your site, please tell me so I can give you the html code. (I don't know how to put it in the post.) Or you can copy the Ad below and go to "compose" (You maybe have to download the photo separat.) When you have the photo and text on compose, click "edit html" Then you get the html-code. Copy it and put it on you template. Then it will appear as seen below.

Tell Me Who I Am

Get your copy as an eBook here to ½ price

click the link above

To my luck, I also have had good business in my massage-studio lately. I have been lucky enough to earn enough to buy a mattress to by bed. I have for 7 years now only had the cushions from my sofa as mattress. But since my back has been broken, after torture long time ago and the injury doesn’t get better by age, I started to feel the urge to make a mattress priority. (I am happy that I can move and walk at all.)
Finally, I also have the chance to get my teeth fixed. I have for 4 years been unable to get enough the money to make the crown I need. But a friend of mine has now said he will make it for 1/3 of the price.
If I’m lucky, I also even can get the reading-glasses I should have got 10 years ago.
The last year, my sight have dropped significant.

So, the luck has been with me . . . but not free of charge.

I am also lucky to have you as my friends.

Thank you all for your concern and help.

2007-05-03T07:09:00.000-07:00

We are not all alike . . .

Billy B. Cook . . . AKA: BBC

Supporting L>T . . .

A while back I made the poll “How shall we deal with blog - harassment”.
Some of my blog-friends have been harassed and some of have stopped blogging because of that. We all have been harassed by the same person and this person doesn’t have the politeness to stop, even when he is told to stay away.
I don’t remember how I came in contact with this person. But relative fast I got an e-mail warning about him and his strange behavior.
He looks as a nice, old man who only try to come in contact with people. So I let doubt come in the favor of the person.
He claims to be THE GOD.
He “says” that humanity is God in evolution . . . . But only as long as YOU don’t agree with him and say; “Yes, I also believe that I am a god/goddess in evolution .”
I did not even say that, but in my book “Tell Me Who I Am” which I sent a copy of to him, just because it may pear his belief.
He freaked out only by the title of the book.
The first chapters in the book is about “claimed” previous lives of mine, which came through under a regression by a hypnotizer/ doctor at the Air-force base in Norway. (Then to be counted to be a scientific correct event.)
At the time I did not even believe in multiple lives, but my “enemies” did, and they have used these information’s as a tool to legalize their evil against me throughout my life.
The title of the book came out of the idea: Am I who I know I am . . . or am I the one they say I am?? You read the book and . . . “Tell me who I am”
In one of my “claimed” previous lives I have been a goddess, you see. (I don't believe that, but they believed that.)

It was this “fact” that kicked the legs away under BBC.
He simply freaked out in a hysterical, psychopathic way.
From this minute he language changed to become insulting, full of swearing and cursing. Comments and e-mails came flowing with shouting; “YOU ARE NOT A GODDESS . YOU ARE A FUCKING, DELUSIONAT MONKEY . . . “
Etc. etc. etc . . .
It is not necessary to repeat all insulting . . . But in short term : I am a fucking, very sick, mental destroyed monkey that don’t have a clue about life, spirituality, or any subject of life. I am a lying, deceiving slut. The only thing I have in my mind, after his opinion is; I am a over-sexual, neurotic, whore that have only one thing in mind . . . sex, sex and more sex . . . with other monkeys.
(At least I have something on my mind.)

This post is to support L>T, http://theworldofltart.blogspot.com/
who also have a post about the problems she has to get rid of him. Also because my poll told me to write a post about the person making harassment.

2007-05-01T11:20:00.000-07:00

What the eye may not see . . .

We are always busy with denying what we can not see.
But see . . . It's a lot of things which are present although we normaly cannot see or hear it.
Like the sound barrier . . . We cannot see that it actually is a kind of wall controlling the sounds around. To human that means, it is a lot of sounds the human ear cannot hear.
.
But when an airoplane passes the sound barrier, a camera actually can capture "the wall".
As you SEE . . . The plane is actually passing through an "invisible" wall.

Do you want to deny it??? Explain it to be something else than what it is?? To normalize it to an extend so it's absolute abnormal???

Don't worry . . . That is normal . . .

2007-04-30T11:14:00.000-07:00

Doesn't the time run fast ?. . .

THE YEAR 1907

The world has been for million of years, but during the last 100 years it has been an explotion that in the beginning looked as developement, but now . . . 100 years later we also can see it will become our end . . .

~ Here are some of the U.S. Statistics for the Year
1907:

************************************

~ The average life expectancy in the U.S. Was 47 years old.
~ Only 14 percent of the homes in the U.S. Had a
bathtub.
~ Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
~ A three-minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.
~ There were only 8,000 cars in the U.S., and only 144
miles of paved roads.
~ The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
~ Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each
more heavily populated than California.
~ With a mere 1.4 million people, California was only
the 21st most populous state in the Union.
~ The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel
Tower!
~ The average wage in the U.S. Was 22 Cents per hour.
~ The average U.S. Worker made between $200 and $400
per year .
~ A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000
per year,
~ A dentist made $2,500 per year,
~ A veterinarian $1,500 per year,
~ And a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
~ More than 95 percent of all births in the U.S. Took
place at HOME.
~ Ninety percent of all U.S. Doctors had NO COLLEGE
EDUCATION! Instead, they attended so-called medical schools,
many of which were condemned in the press AND the government as
"substandard."
~ Sugar cost four cents a pound.
~ Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
~ Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
~ Most women only washed their hair once a month, and
used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

~ Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.
~ Five leading causes of death in the U.S. Were:
> 1. Pneumonia and influenza
> 2. Tuberculosis
> 3. Diarrhea
> 4. Heart disease
> 5. Stroke
~ The American flag had 45 stars.
~ Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii, and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.
~ The population of Las Vegas, Nevada, was only 30!!!!
~ Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea hadn't been invented yet.
~ There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
~ Two out of every 10 U.S. Adults couldn't read or
write.
~ Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from
high school.

~ Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available
over the counter at the local corner drugstores. Back
then pharmacists
~ Said, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy
to the mind, regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a
perfect guardian of health."
~ There were about 230 reported Murders in the ENTIRE
U.S.A. !

2007-04-29T11:00:00.000-07:00

Our sensual world . . .

I borrowed these pix from my blogfriend "Ice"

2007-04-27T12:09:00.000-07:00

Can you guess this riddle . . . ?

I am bigger than God.
I’m more cruel than Satan.
The beggars are full of me.
The rich people need me.
If you eat me, you will die.

(I'll give the answer later in the comment-box)

2007-04-26T11:56:00.000-07:00

Hope you have a good one . . .

2007-04-25T11:45:00.000-07:00

Message from Russia . . .

Translation:

Get back to work . . .

2007-04-24T17:54:00.000-07:00

How psychic are you . . .

You're a Remote Viewing! = 97% of 100

Kirsten, when it comes to psychic abilities, you have an unusually strong talent in the area of Remote Viewing

This means you have an uncanny ability to travel great distances with your mind, to virtually any location, and actually get a true glimpse at what is located there. The best conditions for traveling space with your mind, or remotely viewing another location, are silence and a calm state of mind. Even without these conditions, you managed to show considerable talent in this area, which is called remote viewing. This skill is phenomenally valuable and has been used by institutions such as the government to help in covert operations designed to retrieve information about the whereabouts of a criminal or to learn about the operations of another country. But mostly this can help in practical, everyday ways, such as instinctively grabbing an umbrella before making a trip to the next town over even though you had no way of knowing that it was raining there.

While your strongest psychic talent is Remote Viewing, Tickle also analyzed your psychic strengths in:
Retrocognition: The ability to know what happened in the past. = 76% of 100
Clairvoyance: The ability to "see" the unknown. = 86% of 100
Precognition: The ability to know what will happen in the future. = 95% of 100
Telepathy: The ability to tune into others' thoughts. = 95% of 100

The ESP Test

Brought to you by Tickle

2007-04-22T07:10:00.000-07:00

I've got an answering-machine . . .

I've made some "welcome openings" . . . . Do you think these are good enough???

Messages at the answering-machine . . .

Hi. This is Kirsten: If you are the phone company, I already sent the money. If you are my parents, please send money. If you are my Financials aid institution, you didn't lend me enough money. If you are my friends, you owe me money. If you are a female, don't worry I have plenty of money.

Hi. Kirsten's answering machine is broken. This is the refrigerator. Please speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets.

Hello, you are talking to a machine. I am capable of receiving messages. My owner do not need siding, windows, or a hot tub, and her carpets are clean. She gives to charity through her office and do not need her picture taken. If you're still with me, leave your name and number and she will get back to you.

This is not an answering machine; this is a telepathic thought recording device. After the tone, think about your name, your reason for calling and a number where I can reach you and I'll think about returning your call.

Hi. I am probably home. I'm just avoiding someone I don't like. Leave me a message, and if I don't call back, it's you.

Hi, this is Kirsten. I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now, because I’m in the loo. Leave a message, and then wait by your phone until I call you back.

Please leave a message. However, you have the right to remain silent. Everything you say will be recorded and will be used by me.

"Hello, you have reached a home that thought it was so smart getting a cordless phones. The person you are trying to reach is here right now, staring at me as I answer this call and searching desperately for her cordless phone in the mess on her desk. It won't matter if she finds it since she didn't leave it on the charger last night and the battery is dead. So you might as well leave a message with me and I'll have her call you after the 4 hour handset recharge period is completed."

2007-04-21T11:04:00.000-07:00

What kind of looter am I? You decide . . .

Click on the picture and vote.

What kind of looter am I? You decide!
You can also view a breakdown of results or put one of these on your own page!
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

2007-04-20T06:30:00.000-07:00

I have never been a party-girl . . .

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Not even in my youth, was I the one that got the first invitations. Just because . . . I went to some of those famous “home alone parties”, but felt a kind of an outsider. I simply didn’t like it.
After the parties that time, as still today, they tell me the same . . .
Kirsten, you should have been there, it was sooooo much fun. I can’t remember last time I was so drunk. I was so drunk, I don’t remember anything.
You see . . . That’s it !! How do they know it was funny, when they don’t remember anything??
To me, it appeared then as much as today . . .
~ It is about to drink more than last time
~ it is about to have sex with as many as possible and preferable do something new you have not done before
~ it is about to surpass your fear of trying new things, drugs, pills, way of sex-games or whatever else
And at the end . . . you are so drunk and drugged and messed up, you don’t remember (or don't want to remember) anything of the party, how you came home (if you did) who you slept with (in the case you got pregnant) and . . . and . . . and
Some days later the photos are developed to refresh your memory of how funny the party was . . .

It was funny . . . wasn't it???

2007-04-20T06:02:00.000-07:00

The art of being heard . . .

The blog of today is a copy from a blog at MSN. (One of my friend there)
This is such a fantastic idea, so I hope all governments in the world read this blog, by chance, and copy the idea from India.

India has a online Grievance forum

By Harshal Katre, Pune India

Can you imagine this happening in INDIA?
Government of India has a online Grievance forum at: http://darpg-grievance.nic.in
The government wants people to use this tool to highlight the problems they faced while dealing with Government officials or departments like Passport Office, Electricity board, BSNL/MTNL, Railways etc etc.
I know many people will say that these things don't work in India, but this actually works as one of our colleague in CSC found. The guy I'm talking about lives in Faridabad. Couple of months back, the Faridabad Municipal Corporation laid new roads in his area and the residents were very happy about it. But 2 weeks later, BSNL dug up the newly laid roads to install new cables which annoyed all the residents including this guy. But it was only this guy who used the above listed grievance forum to highlight his concern. And to his surprise, BSNL and Municipal Corporation of faridabad was served a show cause notice and the guy received a copy of the notice in one week. Government has asked the MC and BSNL about the goof up as its clear that both the government departments were not in sync at all.
So use this grievance forum and educate others who don't know about this facility.
This way we can at least raise our concerns instead of just talking about the 'System' in India. Invite your friends to contribute for many such happenings.

2007-04-19T11:48:00.000-07:00

Can i ask for your opinion . . .

I have red several blogs now where the owner of the blog has been harassed and got threatning e-mails from readers of the blog.

Some so sever so they have stopped blogging. Shall we really let us be dictated by bullies?

Have you experienced to be harassed by someone visiting your blog?

What can we do about it?

Please go to my poll and give your opinion, will you?

2007-04-19T02:41:00.000-07:00

Jeannie, you were SO right . . .

Here comes Grate Grand-ma . . .

Watch the breast implants . . .

(I'm speachless . . . What about you?)

2007-04-18T02:17:00.000-07:00

Has it always been like this? . . .

A clip from a Norwegian news-paper . . .

Tysvær, Norway 17.April 2007
Oldefar mistet lappen etter blotting og onanering

En 72 år gammel mann er dømt til betinget fengsel og fratatt retten til å kjøre bil i to år etter å ha onanert foran små barn.
Mannen har ved tre ulike anledninger blottet seg og onanert foran til sammen sju jenter under 14 år i Tysvær i 2005.Mannen, som selv har både barnebarn og oldebarn, skal ifølge dommen i Karmsund tingrett ha kjørt rundt om i distriktet og lett etter småjenter å onanere foran.I retten forklarte mannen at han ikke husket to av tilfellene. I det tredje tilfellet skulle han bare tisse. Det har retten ikke trodd ham på.

Free translation below:

Grate Grand-dad lost his driving-license after exposing and masturbation

A 72 year old man got judged to jail and withdrawal of driving-license for two years for masturbation in front of small kids.

The man has at three different occasions exposed himself and masturbated in front of together seven girls under the age of 14 years in Tysvær in 2005.
The man, who by himself has both grand-children and grate-grand-children, shall according to the judge in Karmsund court, have been driving around in the area, looking for small girls he could masturbate in front of.
In the court, he explained that he could not remember two of the cases. The third case he should only make a leak. The court did not believe him.

2007-04-17T05:16:00.000-07:00

The sound that broke the wall of Jericho . . .

By Kirsten Nour Namskau

Since I’m very much into alternative healing, I accepted an invitation from a friend of mine to attend a 2 hours information lecture about sound-healing, held by Dan Furst. (This was in January 2006)
Dan Furst is a sacred musician and sound therapist and founder of the Sacred Sound group of Hawaii, Los Angeles and Sedona, Arizona, Japan and Egypt.
In his sessions of healing he’s using Quartz crystal bowl, singing bowls, tuning forks, bells, chimes and an Australian didjeridoo.

He works after the principal of that each charka and organ works after a certain rhythm and frequency of sound-wave. Illness, diseases, stress, mood-changes etc. appear if the organs are in disharmony or works on wrong sound-wave.
He relate to Pythagoras’ idea of finding the “missing tone.”

During the session, I had the opportunity to voluntary myself for a trail session of healing.
It’s a lot going wrong in my body, since I have been offer for torture earlier in life and organs is permanently damaged.
The last 5 years, I have worked inside health-care myself and also give massage to people. My hands and my arms are therefore my working-tool number one and my bead-feeder.
It’s with fear I recently notice that my right hand, arm and shoulder aches more and more as if I have got arthritis or rheumatism.

So, in this session, which took about 10 minutes, I was told to lay down on a mat on the floor. It was 12 people I the session and all of them were to pick an instrument and sit around me.
Dan had showed us how to use each instrument.
As I was laying on the floor, they started to play. In the beginning it felt like only a lot of sounds.
After a minute, it felt as if I could hear only one sound. (As if all the instruments was tuned into one instrument.)
Then Dan took the Didjeridoo, which is a long wooden instrument looking like a giant flute.
He went to my feet and started to blow. A deep sound attended the room.
After some time I could feel he sound-wave of the Didjeridoo at my feet.
Slowly the waves crept up my right leg. It was a strange feeling, but you have the same feeling if you are in a disco, you can feel the beet of the music in your body.
The difference was that this wave was more like waves from the sea, if you lay at the beach with your feet in the water.

I felt the waves reach my hip and started to fill my body. When it reached my heart-area, it felt as if my heart stopped for a fraction of a second and I instantly made a gasp which brought tears to my eyes.
Dan went behind my head and started to play on a crystal bowl. This felt then, as if the sound and waves cleared my head totally for all thoughts and again I could feel the waves go down my head to the heart area. There it met the other waves from the Didjeridoo and it felt as if my heart opened up and all the waves got released through the heart and out in the air.

As I laid there, it was as if I could see my own aura in which it started flew small black splits out from the aura and disappear in the air.

When it was over, I felt a little dizzy, but OK. I went to the coffee-shop with some friends and the day continued as usually.

The next day . . . I’m telling you . . . the pain was gone, my hand and arm more movable and more so . . .
During the night, I could turn in the bed without pain in my back. (My back has been broken, so it’s a chapter by itself.)
Still, 1 year later I have no pain in my hand and arm. Still even my back is without pain.

I recently got an e-mail from Dan where he told me : . . . .

I'm writing to let you know that the first of the Sacred Sound circles I'll do this month and next in Cairo and Alexandria is coming soon, on April 28.
There is a picture of a sound circle from last summer in Hawaii at

http://www.hermes3.net/firetribedidj.htm

The "receiver" in the center is a woman who was under treatment for Hodgkin's lymphoma. She has since been tested as cancer-free, and attributes her recovery to the series of Sacred Sound circles that focused especially on the intention of her healing.

What is your opinion about alternative healing? Do you have any experiences?

2007-04-16T01:49:00.000-07:00

As the moon comes up . . .

I had the Easter in solitude, together with the nature . . . The desert and a camel.
I had my little dog with me . . .

I got my camel at a place called Bahareya and went into the White desert, crossing it to come to an oasis named Farafrah.
The White desert is actually limestone, (like chalk) and so soft and vulnerable so it occurred to me strange that the formations of “mountains’ and “sculptures” could be present for thousands of years.

Camels are very beautiful, proud animals. I rode the camel for 4 – 5 hour every day. “Floating” across the desert. As you ride through the desert, looking at the nature-made “sculptures” , it is as if you can feel the presence of the spirits from agent time and vaguely see the “people” in the “sculptures”.
Then, the second wonder appear . . . I have to go peeing. I go behind a “sculpture” and do my business, and stand up again . . . What !!!! ????
I literally started to tremble. The water made a hole in the limestone . . . The limestone actually melted like chalk, and dissolved . . . and looking down the hole, I felt as if I was looking down in the ball-room of the “Underworld.” It was hollow!!!
Under a tiny shell of limestone the desert was hollow!
How many meter down it goes before it got solid again I don’t know, but two lines of thoughts flushed my brain.
~ How strong is this tiny layer of chalk? (That melt by only a little amount of pee) Can it suddenly crack up, if it comes a row of heavy jeeps?
~ With all the weather changing in the world today . . . if it starts to rain in the desert, it will literally melt away. It will become a totally change of the face of nature.
Not only that . . . But when it also started to rain during the night I must say, I had my worries, but luckily it was only a few drops. But the sky was heavy clouded and the thought of the changing of the weather around the globe was very present.

I slept under open sky, only with my sleeping-bag. When the sun goes down around 7pm, it really becomes dark and I thought: “This is how it was before electricity came to town.”
For an hour or so, you can not see the hand in front of you, so I went into my sleeping-bag and fell asleep. After a while I woke by a strong light. I got confused . . . I peeped out and . . . there . . . the whole desert was lit up. I could see miles ahead. . . . from the light . . . of the moon.
It was then I realized how disturbing the electric light is. Because of the electric light around the world today, the light from the moon appear faint, but when electricity is not present, the moon-light is like a small sun.
A desert-fox came close to the camp and both I and my dog got mesmerized by the beautiful animal so far out in the desert. As breakfast was made, also a bird came to our camp. So tame so it run between my legs and on the back of my dog to catch flies. It looked like a wagtail, but it was pure yellow.
****
Coming half way to my destination, I met the new world tourists. At evening camp, I was passed, by a caravan . . . of 10 . . . . Jeeps.
Speeding, whirling up the sand, honking and screaming. Heads out the window, one on the roof, radio on full power, waving their hands to me. I gave a faint smile and waved back, happy as they disappeared in the horizon.
I had just fallen asleep, when I was wakened in a sudden. I sat up in a split of a second and looked around. “What the Hell???”
In a distance the tourists had made their camp. Now after dark, they had put up spotlights and disco-lights that sent moving light around the sky. Loud disco- music raped the desert. They had car-race and were running around screaming. It was clear that they were more than drunk. Some had sex in the open air, some climbed on top of a “statue” tried to made something like belly-dance . . .
****

When we arrived Farafrah, I had one day there before my return back to Cairo.
In Farafrah there is some “hot-springs”, another wonder of the nature, I soon should recall in my mind.

I visited a beautiful botanic garden and you can literally feel how the air is fresher and easier to breath as you walk around the palms.

Being there, you can not leave before you had visited the fantastic art-museun of Badr Abd El Moghny, and of course I had to visit the camel farm where my camel originally belongs.

I took bus back to Cairo. On the way I stopped at the “Crystal Mountain”. At distance, it doesn’t look anything special, but when you go up to the mountain and climb it, you can see that it sparkles of million of crystals.
I also had a stop at the “Black Desert”. It was then I had my second “mind-trip”.
Discovering that the desert is totally black . . . . because of . . . . lava!!!???
Where do the lava comes from? It lays as a tiny layer on top of the yellow sand. As if someone has spiced the desert with pepper.
It is a lot of pyramid like “mountains” where the top of the mountain is covered by heavy lava-stones, and the lava-stones become smaller as it reaches the foot of the mountain and turn into sand-sized crumbles at the bottom where the wind spread it out.
I climbed one of the mountains . . . it didn’t look like a volcano on the top. But was it/has it actually been a volcano, in earlier time? If so . . . Then the whole area of the Black Desert is/has been an “Volcanic country”, because it is an area of the size of Belgium. At that time it would have been totally impossible to live here, because the volcanic mountains were close to each other.
And . . . How far is it down to heat?? It can impossible be that far, because it is the heat from underground that makes the hot-springs.
Can this area suddenly blow out again, as a volcanic area???

2007-04-05T11:28:00.000-07:00

HAPPY EASTER TO ALL OF YOU . . .

I hope your Easter will be filled with joy,

together with family and friend.

(I will be out of town for a few days, so it will be no posts nor comments from me, during that time.)

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At the Foot of the Cross

Fearing the battle was over

And I'd already lost the war,

I was tired of trying and failing.

I just couldn't fight anymore.

So, dragging my battle-scarred body,

I crawled to the foot of the cross.

And I sobbed. 'Oh please, Father forgive me.

But I tried...I tried.. and still lost.'

Then the air grew silent around me.

I heard his voice just as clear as the dawn:

'Oh, My child, though you are tired and weary,

You can't stop, you have to go on.'

At the foot of the Cross , where I met Him,

At the foot of the Cross, where He died,

I felt love, as I knelt in His presence .I

felt hope, as I looked in His eyes

Then He gathered me lovingly to Him,

As around us God's light clearly shone.

And together we walked though my lifetime

To heal every wound I had known.

I found bits of my dreams, long forgotten,

And pieces of my life on the floor.

But I watched as He tenderly blessed them,

And my life was worth living once more.

I knew then why I had been loosing.

I knew why I had not grown.

At the foot of the Cross came the answer:

I'd been fighting the battle alone

At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him,
At the foot of the Cross, where He died,
I knew I could face any challenge

If we stayed together

-- just my Lord and I.

2007-04-04T02:25:00.000-07:00

When was the first Easter . . .

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Religion . . . Belief and religion does not show through the numbers of attendance in church or religious meeting. Religion shows through you thought, words and actions / behavior.
One who claims to be a humanist, may be more religious than a regular churchgoer, through his/her behavior and doings.
In the Bible it’s said; that in Gods Kingdom they don’t have all the different religions and religious houses, temples etc. Because God then lives among the people.
The first Easter that took place was in Garden of Eden. That was the “first-harvest-feast” . The first harvest of the year was in spring-time, when everything also came to new life. Because of that, this was also the time of the year they celebrated New Year . . . . Something they still do in the Asian countries.
(They have just celebrated the year of the Pig.)
After we got thrown down from Garden of Eden, they started to give the celebration to the honor of the Goddess Ishtar. Ishtar had to marry the Lord of the Underworld, but she was 6 months in the Underworld and 6 months among people on earth. She came up to the world to celebrate the first harvest-feast, at the time when the world also came to new life. Because of that, over time, people started to believe that it was Ishtar that brought new life to the world. That’s why they let the celebration be to her honor
(Still today, in English, they use her name on the celebration . . . Easter / Ishtar.)

When Christianity started to settle, no one wanted to celebrate Jesus or make any celebration to his honor, so the Christian authorities had to put the celebrations of Jesus to dates of the year when people already had a feast and over time, little by little, manipulate the belief into humanity, that what they actually celebrated was Jesus . . . Which is totally wrong. He has never been celebrated any time in the history. . . . Actually.
God / Cosmos / or the subconscious of humanity, have from the early time of creation, had four regular times of the year for celebrations.
It should be one celebration for each harvest of the year to enjoy a well earned time of relaxation after a time of hard work. Life should not be only hard work . . . It also should be time to enjoy . . .
At the beginning of time they had harvest four times a year. (We still have in this part of the world. Middle-east)

~ The first one was in spring-time, when everything came to new life.

~ The second was Midsummer time. That was also a light and flower-festival

~ The third was; The autumn harvest that also was the time they had the biggest harvest of the year and the time that was the most popular to marry. For the new-wed they made small foliage-huts and also named the feast “the foliage-feast”

~ The fourth was; Midwinter harvest that also was a light-feast to celebrate that they from now on went towards lighter time of the year. (After the dark winter comes the light with longer days.)

So . . . Easter have nothing to do with any religion . . . It is a celebration of the spring and new life to the world.

Have a nice Easter . . . . New Year . . . Spring-festival.

2007-04-02T08:58:00.000-07:00

Your right to believe . . .

Humanism . . .

"Humanism" is a religion (of sorts).

As Spiritual Humanists believe that every person has innate right to make a spiritual connection to the rest of the cosmos.

They cannot abandon ancient traditions and practices but they can adapt them to new understanding of the universe.

Religion must be able to adapt to new knowledge about the universe without rejecting the deep spiritual connections to human history and the natural world that we are a part of.

All of us have an inalienable right and duty to practice our own religious traditions.

Spiritual Humanism allows everyone to fuse their individual religious practices onto the foundation of scientific humanist inquiry.

They accept people from all religious backgrounds and recognize the validity of all peaceful religions, as being helpful and necessary in developing the spiritual nature of humanity.

A direct quote from ~~ Carl Sagan. "A religion old or new, that stressed the magnificence of the universe as revealed by modern science, might be able to draw forth reserves of reverence and awe hardly tapped by the conventional faiths, sooner or later, such a religion will emerge."

2007-03-30T07:33:00.000-07:00

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2007-03-29T11:45:00.000-07:00

In the womb of a mother . . .

What is a surrogate-mother? have you been a surrogate-mother? Do you know anyone that have been surrogate-mother?

In a periode in the midt 1980's, it was so much talking about that subject, but so it suddenly became very silent and at the ned, it shows that no one actually wants to be a surrogat-mother unless in maybe very personal, familiar situations.

So . . . what are "they" doing then, today?

I know how "they" get surrogate-mothers today. . . I have been used as a surrogate-mother.

Here is a parcel from my book; "Tell Me Who I Am"

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One day they came and collected me, after first having drugged me to sleep. I woke up in a hospital, strapped to a bed. For two years I was in this bed, strapped, fed by drips in my arms. They took a child from me every fifth month. Artificially inseminated or embryo-implant. After the fifth month, they could put the child in an incubator until it had grown enough to live. Between every new embryo-implant, they also took eggs from my ovaries. I asked them why the were doing this to me.
One of them answered: “No one wants to be surrogate mother. This is the only way. And everybody wants you to be the surrogate mother for their child.”
“But who take care of my children?” I asked.
He answered: “That’s not my problem. This is written in your destiny, that you should be a harlot. So, since you don’t want to be a hooker, we are only helping you, Kirsten. You have to follow your destiny.”
“My destiny . . . What do you mean? So far as I know, this has nothing to do with destiny; it has to do with your satanic organization.”
“No, Kirsten, read the Bible, and you will see . . . It says that you will be called ’The Big Harlot’.”
“The Bible . . . What has the Bible to do with it all?”
Well, I was thinking to myself, if the Bible and God have something to do with this kind of terror, then maybe I can ask God for help? I started to pray, and asked God to release me from this bed and the terror of it.
The same night, the straps suddenly opened up, I don’t know how, but I jumped down on the floor, tore out all the needles in my arms and looked into a locker. I found a nurse’s frock and a pair of sandals. I put them on and run out, just as a taxi was about to leave. I jumped into the taxi.
It was then I realized that I was not in my own country. The taxi driver spoke English. I asked him where I was and he told me New York. I told him to drop me off in one of the poorest suburbs. He drove me to a place and stopped the car and looked at me. He said: “I won’t go further into this place. From here, you are on your own. But be careful, because this area is dangerous. If you want, I can take you back.”
But I didn’t want to go back to any place. I wanted this area.
It’s easier to hide in a poor, overpopulated area. I paid him with some money I found in the pocket of the frock.
The whole night, I was walking the streets. I saw some people sitting around a small fire they had made in the corner of two houses. They had made some tea. I went down to them and asked if I could join them for a cup of tea. At first they though I was a cop or something, but after a while and a lot of talk, they accepted me as a friend in need.
The next day, I went to a bank and reported my Visa card stolen. It took two weeks before I got a new one.
In the meantime, I stayed in the poor area. One of my new “friends” took me to a kind of café where he thought I maybe could get some work. I asked for the manager.
When he came, I told him a bit about me and asked him if he could give work until the baby came. I also asked him if he had a place for me that I could rent.
He looked at me for a long time before he answered.
I got work in his café and he gave me a small place to live, in the poor area, as well as some used clothes I could wear until I got my Visa card. I cleaned up the one room and kitchen he had given to me.
He turned out to be very nice man. He helped me in all ways, so far as he could. In a strange way, I liked my new life in this poor area. I worked as a kind of waitress. The small café was very popular and always full of people. After work, I started to wash down the café. First I scrubbed the floor and the tables. I put a napkin on each table with a small vase with some flowers I had picked along the road and washed the windows so they sparkled.
The next day, when people started to come, they looked around and asked: “Why all these changes?”
I answered: “Only the best is good enough for the best people in the world>“
They laughed and one guy called Gunshot said: “So you think we are the best people in the world?”
I answered: “At least, the best people I have met.”
They laughed again.
One day, one of the regular guests came in haste to the café and said that there were some strangers in the area.
My boss told me to go to the kitchen and not come out before he told me the coast was clear. I went into the kitchen and tried to help washing some dishes, but I was so nervous.
By now, everybody knew my story. Some believed it, some not. But now, they all understood that these people were looking for me.
Suddenly, I heard me boss say: “Gunshot, can you please take Kitty to the vet? She maybe has eaten something which doesn’t agree with her. I’m afraid she’ll die.”
Gunshot answered: “Where is that fuck’n cat?”
I stiffened in the kitchen. I knew it was me they meant. They used to call me Kitty. I understood the strangers were inside the café.
My boss told him an address and at the same time he asked another guy if he could go and bring some vine from the cellar.
He and the guy came into the kitchen. He gave some instructions to the guy and gave me a sign to follow the guy down to the cellar. I felt numb and dry in my mouth with fear.
We went down. It showed up that the cellars of the buildings were connected with a door. We ran down the stairs and through a corridor, through a door to the cellar of the next house and up. The guy stopped me and signaled to me to wait while he went out to look if everything was clear. Outside was Gunshot with a car. He opened the door to the back seat. The guy came and told me to run fast into the car and lie down on the seat. I had hardly got into the car before he closed the door and Gunshot started to drive. After a while I peeped up, and could see that he wasn’t driving in the direction of my home.
I got scared and confused. “This is not the way to my home,” I said.
He looked at me and said: “Do you trust me?”
“Do I have any choice?” I asked.
He said: “Look, you are in danger, girl, and I am trying to help. I have a friend living outside the town up the mountain. I will bring you to him and you can stay with him until the people have left the area. But it will cost you some money. Do you have money?”
“How much?” I asked.
“Five hundred bucks. Do you have that?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but I will try, “ I said.
He stopped at an ATM machine and said: “If you don’t have enough, give me what you think it’s worth to save your life.”
I got out $500 and gave them to him.
We continued to drive for almost half an hour, when he turned into a small road which went up towards the mountain. We drove up the road to the end. He parked the car and we went by foot, walking for another half an hour to a lake. At a small place beside the river was a small barrack. We went up and a man came out. I felt tired and dirty and asked if I could go to the river and take a bath. While I was at the river, Gunshot had a long talk with the man, who was called Hermit.
Hermit allowed me to stay with him for a while. His small home was only one room containing a camp bed with two foam mattresses upon each other, a small table, a stool and a small gas oven to make food.
Gunshot asked me what food I needed. I told him to buy the basic stuff, like flour, sugar, salt, pepper, rice, tea, coffee, potatoes and bread. He left, but came back again some hours later with a big carton full of food. Hermit took one mattress from his bed and put it on the floor by the short wall.
Hermit was a nice guy, we went well together. He didn’t talk too much, and every day he went fishing up the stream or hunted birds and rabbits. I kept the small place clean and made food.
One day, I went with him up the stream. While he was fishing, I went into the forest to find mushrooms and berries. After a while I could hear him calling me. I answered, but he continued to call as if he had not heard me and I noticed his voice got nervous. I ran out of the wood and he came up to me in a hurry and asked if everything was okay. I didn’t understand why he was so nervous and told him that I was only collecting berries and mushrooms.
He looked at me and said: “I have promised Gunshot to take care of you, and nothing must happen to you so long as you are here. I need no problems with Gunshot. Do you understand that? No one need problems with Gunshot.”
He had never said so much in one go before. I suddenly understood more than what he had said, much more. After that, I always answered and came out from the wood so he could see me every time he called me.
Gunshot came with new supply of food from time to time. He always asked me what I wanted him to bring the next time he came. Also once I gave him the key to my flat, asking him to bring me some changes of clothes.
One day he came and said: “You better come with me down again now, Kitty. I’m in big shit. They believed that I have killed you and want to call the police, if you don’t show up by tomorrow. They don’t understand that I only wanted you to be here until those people have left the whole area. They left our street, but they were in the area for a long time and asked around. Now there are rumors that I have killed you. This made the people leave the area, but I’m in big shit. So now, you go back for a while . . . Eh?”
I had stayed with Hermit for two months, and was afraid I would have lost both job and home when I got back. But it was all there. Everybody looked relaxed that I looked safe and sound.
I told my boss everything that had happened. When he heard I had paid $500 he shouted out that the bastard had ripped me off. I calmed him down and said: “Maybe it appears like that, but he saved my life, made sure that I was in a safe place, brought food once a week and . . . Maybe it was not so bad after all . . Eh?”

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You can read the rest of the story in my book . . . .

Tell Me Who I Am

You can get your copy of the book here,

click the link above

2007-03-27T03:24:00.000-07:00

Good Morning . . .

I'm Dorfus DippinChunks . . .

Find your new name !

.....DON'T LAUGH UNTIL U FIND OUT WHAT YOUR NEW NAME IS ......

We all need a little stress-reliever! This only takes a minute. Please don't be a bore and ruin it. Sometimes when you have a stressful day or week, you need some silliness to break up the day. And, if we are honest, we have a lot more stressful days than not.

Here is your dose of humour...
A. Follow the instructions to find your new name.
B. Once you have your new name, put it in the subject box and forward it to friends and family and co-workers.
C. Don't forget to forward it back to the person who sent it to you, so they know you participated. And don't go all adult - a senior manager is now known far and wide as Dorky Gizzardsniffer.
D. The following is excerpted from a children's book, Captain Underpants And the Perilous Plot Professor Poopypants, by Dave Pilkey, in which the evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names...

Step #1:

Use the third letter of your first name to determine your New first name:

A = Snickle . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . N = Sloopy
B = Doombah . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . O = Fluffy
C = Goober . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . P = Stinky
D = Cheesey . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Q = Slimy
E = Crusty . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . R = Dorfus
F = Greasy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .S = Snooty
G = Dumbo . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . T = Tootsie
H = Farcus . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . U = Dipsy
I = Dorky . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . V = Sneezy
J = Doofus . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . W = Liver
K = Funky . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . X = Skippy
L = Boobie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Y = Dinky
M = Sleazy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Z = Zippy

Step # 2:

Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name:

A = Dippin --------------------------------------------N = Rhino
B = Feather ------------------------------------------O = Potty
C = Batty ----------------------------------------------P = Hamster
D = Burger -------------------------------------------Q = Buckle
E = Chicken -----------------------------------------R = Gizzard
F = Barfly ---------------------------------------------S = Lickin
G = Lizard-------------------------------------------- T = Snickle
H = Waffle-------------------------------------------- U = Chuckle
I = Farkle---------------------------------------------- V = Pickle
J = Monkey -------------------------------------------W = Hubble
K = Flippin --------------------------------------------X = Dingle
L = Fricken------------------------------------------- Y = Gorilla
M = Bubble------------------------------------------- Z = Girdle

Step # 3:

Use the third letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:

A = Butt -----------------------------------------------N = Dunkin
B = Boob ---------------------------------------------O = Brains
C = Face ----------------------------------------------P = Biscuits
D = Nose ---------------------------------------------Q = Toes
E = Hump--------------------------------------------- R = Doodle
F = Breath --------------------------------------------S = Fanny
G = Pants--------------------------------------------- T = Sniffer
H = Shorts-------------------------------------------- U = Sprinkles
I = Lips -------------------------------------------------V = Frack
J = Honker -------------------------------------------W = Squirt
K = Head--------------------------------------------- X = Humperdinck
L = Tush -----------------------------------------------Y = Hiney
M = Chunks------------------------------------------ Z = Juice

Thus, for example, George W. Bush's new name is: Fluffy Chucklefanny.

A little Food for Thought:
Children laugh an average of 146 times a day.
Adults laugh an average of 4 times a day.
Put more laughter in your day.

2007-03-25T06:42:00.000-07:00

This is the cosmic GOD . . .

This photo was taken by Neil Armstrong and crew, while they were on their way to the moon in 1969.

First time released to the world in 2000.

Something is changing in humans mind these days. All religions are about to dissolve in its own trash.
Even to use the name/title God seems to becoming troublesome for people.

God is an umbrella-word/title for the unknown, the unexplainable, the unexpected, the incomprehensive, the unpredictable force that shows up when we least expect it, when we hope it to happen and it does, when we need it to happen and it does etc.

What this force is, is not important. The important is that it is there . . . To help, to guide, to protect, to comfort etc.

If this force is an entity, a collective state of mind/wishes, one person’s state of mind/wish, cosmic waves or power that gets activated under certain kind of rites only shows the importance of that humanity, single or in groups, should take positive thoughts, speech and acts in their lives.

Obviously, humanity has a very negative conduct, both in thoughts and actions, since it seems that the world comes to an end in a very rapid and nasty way.

No one speak up about all the money used to go out in space, to find another planet to invade. Why don’t they use the money to research in; how to start cultivating the desert around the world?
No one say a word when food concerns throw away a lot of good food, instead of giving it to the needy/poor in the community or in the world. It is greediness that prevents them. “If you can not pay, you shall not have.” They don’t get any money for it when they throw it in the trash, anyway but if they had given it out free of charge to a poor community, they at least could save some lives.
No one say a word, when the medical researching research in how to create illnesses, for so also to make medication for the illness.
It would have been an awful world if we didn’t have illnesses, wouldn’t it? What should the medical care do then???
We can’t get enough of weapon, chemical and bacterial warfare products. That is more important than to use the money to ensure that everybody have a decent place to live. If you ask me . . . A place to live should be given out, free of charge to all new-wedded people.

We are busier with destroying what we have than to cultivate, purify, clean up, care for what we have.

The world today contains, sex, war and violence.
How awful it would have been in this world, if it was built on justice, care and security . . . Don’t you think???

2007-03-23T09:25:00.000-07:00

The Journey of Loneliness . . .

By Kirsten Nour Namskau

My neighbor Arabia, called at the door and peeped inn. As usually we took a cup of coffee together after work. She worked at another school than me and we used to change experiences and ideas.

Suddenly she said: “I saw someone on my way to the bus today . . . close to the school. She was a beggar, but she didn’t beg or anything. She only sat there, looking out in empty air. I think it is something wrong in her case.”

“Like what?” I asked

Arabia answered: “I don’t really know, Kirsten. She looks foreign to me. Maybe she is a tourist who has gone lost. You know . . . That happens.”

I looked at Arabia . . . If she is there tomorrow . . . Bring her with you. Maybe we can help her to her embassy at least.”

The next day Arabia was later than usually when she rang the bell on my door.She was standing outside together with another woman. I looked at her, a little perplexed at first, before I asked them to enter.The new woman, I guessed was around 25/30 years old, tall, slim, light hair, blue eyes, pale complexion. She was wearing jeans cut off at the knees to a kind of shorts, black T-shirt without sleeves, no bra . . . and she was dirty . . . very dirty. Her hair was almost grey of dirt standing in all direction, her eyes was “dead” and dry and red-lined in lack of sleep.

I took her hand and led her to a chair as I looked at Arabia with questions in my eyes.

Arabia whispered: “She doesn’t talk. I have tried to talk to her, but she only stare out in the empty air. Maybe she is not normal . . . I think so, Kirsten. Maybe it’s better to call the police.”

I answered: “Well, let us see what a bath and some food can do with her.”

I went up to the girl, sat down in front of her, looked into her eyes and said; “ My name is Kirsten . . . Kirsten . . . What is your name?”

She only looked at me with eyes that didn’t “see” me. I made signals with my hands, that she should follow me to the bath, and I gave her soap, sponge and towel and signaled that she should take a shower and wash her hair.

She understood and I left her in the bath, to go and make some food.

Arabia went home and I was alone with the girl. When she came out from the bath, I signaled with my hands that she should come and eat. After eating and with a cup of tea, I tried again to come in contact with her. I signaled a question with my hands if she could hear me when I talked?

She nodded her head.

I asked: “Do you speak English?”

She only looked at me with empty eyes. I continued, now to look for any signals or movements in her eyes:

“Kalamy Arabee?”. . . . No reactions.

“Sprechen zie Deutche?” . . . . . No reaction.

“Habla Espanjol?” . . . . . . No reaction.

“Parle vue France?” . . . . No reaction

“Talar ni Svenska?” . . . She blinked with her eyes

“ Snakker du Dansk?” . . . . She looked at me and a hoarse sound came from her throat.

“Snakker du Norsk?” . . . . She started to breathe faster and looked at me.

I repeated in the Norwegian language: “Do you understand me now when I speak this language?

“She nodded her head and whispered: “yes, I understand.”

On her dialect, I could hear that she came from the vest side of the country. Maybe Bergen or Stavanger. I asked for her name . . . But it showed up that she didn’t remember any thing.

She didn’t know where she was or how she had come here.

Educated as an antroposoph (The study of the brain) I stated a “game” with her to find out her name. We should say names, what came to our mind, fast after each other.

I wrote down the names she said.

She had repeated the name Bente more than others . . . I asked her if she maybe named Bente? But she didn’t remember, so I told her that for time being, she named Bente until she remembered.

I asked where in Norway she lived, but she didn’t remember. When I knowledge her of her dialect, she only looked confused. I asked if she had someone we could call in Norway . . . parents, siblings, aunts etc. . . .

She didn’t remember. I had a “telephone-number-game” with her, where we said numbers after each other in rhythm. Again I wrote down all the numbers she said. At the end I had an A4 page full of numbers.

I knew . . . that among these numbers was a phone-number to someone who knew her. It was late, and I told her to go to bed and have some sleep.

“To morrow, you maybe will start to remember.” I said . . .

I called the emergency number of the Norwegian embassy and told that I had her and that I was about to find her relatives, but wanted the direction number to Bergen and Stavanger . . which they gave me.

The whole night I was sitting up, calling all the numbers she had said in different combinations. Usually I got the message from an automatic answering-machine: “You have called a non-existing number. Please check you number.”

5 o’clock in the morning . . . Suddenly . . . Someone took the phone in Stavanger . . .

A tired voice answered: “Hello”

I answered: “ Hello, my name is Kirsten Namskau and I am calling from Egypt. I am sorry to call so early, but please listen to what I have to say. If it is better for you, I can call later, at a settled time.”

We spoke at the phone for 1 hour to try to find out whether the girl was in his family or not. I told him to try to contact his daughter, who he believed was in Oslo and see if she still was there. I asked him to send some photos of his daughter and the family and gave him my address and phone-number so he could call later and talk to the girl.

If she was his daughter, her name was in deed Bente and was 29 years old.

When the girl woke up, her mind had started to work again. Still, she didn’t remember everything, but bits and pieces came all the time. I tried to put the pieces together with her like a puzzle.

12 o’clock the man from Stavanger called . . . I gave the phone to Bente . . . and they talked . . . for more than 2 hours. I could see in her face that she started to remember and that we had found her family.

It showed up . . . That some people . . . (The Norwegian Mafia) had kidnapped her, narcotized her, brainwashed her and brought her to Egypt in the trial of selling her as a sex-slave to some Arabs. (Something which is very common) But she had been too old and they hadn’t been able to sell her, so they only left her in the streets, to her own destiny. (20% of the poor people of Egypt are “lost” tourists. Like Bente.)

The same day, I took her to the embassy to get her a new Pass-Port. Afterwards, we went to buy a flight-ticket for her, back to Norway. She got a flight 14 days later, since we had to wait for the Pass-Port.

The next 14 days, I bought her some clothes and feed her up a little and tried to make it as a holyday.

That was like as well good for both of us.

Some years later, I met her again . . . In Stavanger.

She had recovered fully and was in work. Her father was a preacher . . . maybe his prayer for his daughter had been heard.

The prayers of saving her from “Hell and the demons of the life of sins”

God works in mysterious ways . . . She crossed my path and I got strong enough to be able to help.

2007-03-22T14:33:00.000-07:00

God, give me something to drink . . .

The summer is coming and it is predicted that it will be the hottest summer ever . . .

2007-03-21T00:39:00.000-07:00

Midt-Week Blues . . .

Beer-prayer
*
Our lager,

Which art in barrels,

Hollowed be thy drink.

I will be drunk,

At home as in the tavern.

Give us this day our foamy head,

And forgive us our spillages,

As we forgive those who spill against us.

And lead us not into incarceration,

But deliver us from hangovers.

For thine is the beer.

The bitter and the lager

Forever and ever,

Barmen.

By ArneBjermeland

2007-03-19T13:20:00.000-07:00

Men's fun-day . . .

2007-03-16T14:49:00.000-07:00

Why do God accept that . . .

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Billy Graham’s daughter, Anne Graham, was interviewed at national TV in USA “The Early Show”.
Jane Clayson asked her: “How could God approve the terrorist-attack on World Trade Center in New York?”
Ann Graham answered: “I believe that God is really sorry about this, just as we are. . . But for years, we have now told God to get out of our schools, get out of our governments in the world and get out of our lives. If he is the gentleman I believe He is, He has like as silent and peaceful made his retreat. How can we expect that God shall give us his blessings and protection, when we have told Him to leave us?”
I think it started when Madeleine Murray O’Hare complained and said that she wouldn’t have prayers in school.
And we said: “OK”
Then it was someone who said: “We shouldn’t read in the Bible at school” . . . (The Bible that says: You shall not kill, you shall not steal, and you shall love your neighbor as yourself.)
And we said: “OK”
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said that we should not punish our children when they behaved bad, because it could hurt their young personality and self-confidence. (Dr. Spock’s own son committed suicide.)
And we said; “An expert should know what he is talking about, so . . . OK”
Someone said that the teachers should not teach the students discipline when they did wrong things.
The schools administration said: “Grownups should not touch a student when he / she behave badly, because we do not want bad publicity, and definitely do we not want to be sued.” (It is a difference between discipline and flogging, correction and insulting etc.)
And we said: “OK”
The social workers said that our daughters (school-girls) could make abortion if they want, and they didn’t even have to tell the parents.
And we said: “OK”
Then the school leaders said: “Since boys are boys and they are going to it anyway, let us give them condoms as many as they wish, so they can go and have some fun and get some exciting experiences, without the parents knowing of that they have got the condoms at school.”
And we said: “OK”
Some of the big politicians said that what they did in their private life doesn’t matter as long as the people have work.
We agreed and said that we didn’t care what anyone did, inclusive what the president is doing as long as the economy is OK.
Then some suggested: “Let us make magazines with photos of naked women and call it health care, a reward to the beautiful woman body.”
And we said: “OK”
Some went a step further and published photos of naked children and even made them available on the internet.
And we said: “OK . . . It is a part of our free will”
Then came the entertainment industry and said: “Let us make TV-show and films that promote our ego, violence and pervert sex. Let us make music that promotes murder, drugs, and suicide, terror and Satanic themes.”
And we said: “It is only entertainment, no one take that serious . . . . So, OK”

Now, we ask our self why our children don’t have conscious, why can’t they see right from wrong, why doesn’t it matter to them to kill anyone, friends or them self?
Maybe . . . If you think long and hard, you will find the answer. . . . Maybe it has something to do with “your harvest is as you sowed.”

“Dear God, why didn’t you save this little girl from being killed in her classroom?”
God’s answer: “ My dear scared students, I am not allowed in schools.”

It is strange how easy it is to throw God in the trash, and afterwards wonder why the world goes to Hell.
It is strange how we believe everything written in the news-paper, but are questioning everything that the Bible tells.
It is strange how everybody expect to come to heaven without the necessity to do, believe, say or do anything else of what the Bible tell you to.

It is strange how some can say: “I believe in God.” But in practice are following Satan, who by the way, also believe in God.
It is strange how fast we are to judge other, but don’t want to be judge ourselves.
It is strange how we can send thousands of mails, and they spread as fire in the dry grass, but if we get a mail about God, we think twice before we share it with others.
It is strange how the cheeky and vulgar posts can pass freely through cyber-space,
While an official discussion about God gets suppressed at schools and at work.
It is strange how many Christians devote Jesus at Sunday and at Christian meetings, but are totally invisible the rest of the week.

If you should copy this post and send it in the mail . . . It is strange how you suddenly would worry about to whom you should send it to. For sure you would not send it to all on your mailing-list because of your fear of what religion they believe in or what they would think about you.

It is strange how much more we worry about what other people think about us than what God thinks about us.

2007-03-15T03:21:00.000-07:00

An Applaud to all those born between 1930 ~ 1979 . . .

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the1930' 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking .

As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, boosterseats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made withsugar, but we weren't overweight because of that.

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.No one was able to reach us all day.And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound, CD's or Ipods, no cell phones! , no personal computers , no Internet or chat rooms....... But we had each other!!

WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Rugby teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problemsolvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

If YOU are one of them . .

CONGRATULATIONS!

You are one grate survivor!!

2007-03-14T13:29:00.000-07:00

Give a little of your time . . .

"Lend an ear", give a helping hand, an encouraging smile or an uplifting glance . . . It is so little but means so much . . .

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent.

He reached out his hand.

The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed.

All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward,holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.

Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.

He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the o xygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.

Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words.

The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered."

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, and knowing that his son would not reach to come in time, knowing how much he needed his son, I stayed."

The next time someone needs you ... just be there. . . Stay.

WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE. WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND BLESS SOMEONE ELSE IN SOME LITTLE WAY TODAY!

2007-03-14T01:39:00.000-07:00

Thank you . . .

Thank folks for all the advices.
The problem started after the post “The forbidden word . . . “ If it is a connection or a coincidence, I don’t know . . .
I started to spy-ware and virus-scan yesterday. Halfway in the program the electricity went off. (Rolling eyes)
I started the process again and let it run through the night. When I woke this morning, I discovered that the electricity had been off, during the night. (Sigh . . . Egypt.)
I started it again this morning, and just discovered that spy-ware had detected 6 item . . . When the electricity went off. (Damn . . . )
I started it again and fast wrote a post and asked you to cross your fingers, toes and bread your hair, so I could publish the post before the electricity went off . . .

and the electricity went off !!!!

(Damn, fuck’n Hell and holy macaroni . . .)

Pray for me . . . HEEEELP . . . I NEED HELP. . . !!!

It was St. Patrick’s Day yesterday, I think. . . . Yes, today I am at least Irish when it comes to temperament!!!!!

Now, I’m going to try to run through the spy-ware and virus-scan again for n’te time . . .

So, please . . .Cross you 10 finger and 10 toes, bread your hair and pray to whoever you want, knock your head in the wall or turn to Mecca . . .

“God, if you exist . . . Let me have electricity long enough to clean out my PC for bull-shit!”

2007-03-13T01:08:00.003-07:00

What is wrong??? . . .

What is wrong with the internet these days, or is it only my computer??
Is it because I downloaded something to make self-publishing, maybe??
My PC is so slow so I dont see what I have written before 10 second after I have written it. I can not open others blog, and if the blog opens . . . I can not comment.
No one get my e-mails these days. I have written to family and friends, but they never get the mail.

Maricopa Mark!!! Have you got my e-mail?? I can not open your blog and far less make a comment.

Do the rest of you also have these problems, or is it only me??

2007-03-11T11:07:00.000-07:00

When the children reveal your secrets . . .

2007-03-10T10:51:00.000-08:00

The feeling of being connected . . .

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People have told me, " Don't take the internet seriously. They have told me, "Those people aren't REAL. They have told me a lot about the internet.
I have heard story after story of heartache.I have witnessed pain, sorrow and intense love.

I have seen peoples hearts printed out for the world to see, in hopes it will touch someone.
One of the most important things I have seen though, I'm not sure I could put into words.

It's a CONNECTION.

It's hard to imagine unless you've been there. When people get together, over the miles... state to state andcountry to country, and they connect.

REALLY CONNECT!!

It is amazing. Absolutely amazing.

I'm not talking about the "man to woman"connection. I'm talking about the "friend to friend." I'm talking about some people you have "met", that instantly you KNEW were going to be important in your life.
The ones you laugh with, kid with, cry with, hurt for when they are hurting.

They make you worry. They make you crazy! The ones who touch you deep inside when they are not there anymore, and make you wish they were.

If you have ever experienced that type of connection with someone you have never met... face to face... you have indeed been blessed.

I know, without a doubt, that I have!

2007-03-08T23:40:00.000-08:00

Art of all kind . . .

This piece of art is made by JRD Tata.

Stop for a moment and try to find out what it is he try to show. What do you see in the painting?

An angle looking at the sunset?? A shot through the heart of an person, with streaming blood??

The moon or crescent moon . . . Or something else? It is a lot of possibilities . . .

If I tell you that this is a self portrait of the painter, will you believe me??

Do you notice the "hole" to right, in the center of the crescent? That hole is essencial . . .

In a moment the face of the painter will appear right in that hole . . .

If you take the painting and lay it down on the surface of a table . . .

Then you put a cylindric mirror exactly in that "hole" to right, in the center of the crescent . . .

The face of the painter will appear in the mirror . . .

The painter never told how he did it . . .

2007-03-07T03:26:00.000-08:00

A readre's review of my book . . .

A harrowing tale of intrigue and spirtuality, October 4, 2006
Reviewer:
C. D. Salcedo "jsalcedo2" - See all my reviews

I received it in the mail today and finished it in about 2 hours .

First off, this book was not what I expected.

It is actually an autobiographical work that is more terrifying than any horror novel and at times more sorrowful than the classic tragic dramas.

If you are skeptical person like I am I urge you to keep an open mind when reading this book.

Kirsten Namskau reminds the reader many times that you are free to take or leave any of the experiences she describes.

I believe she put it succinctly when her book was described as the authentic Divinci Code .

I have personally witnessed some of the phenomena that Kirsten describes in her book and like her, I don't care who believes me.

"Tell Me Who I Am" is definitely a page turner no matter what your spiritual or political beliefs are.

This book trancends, religion, spirituality, politics and social morality.

After reading this book, don't be surprised if you look over your shoulder a little more often.

2007-03-06T09:25:00.000-08:00

The Forbidden Word . . .

By Kirsten Nour Namskau

I wrote my book “Tell Me Who I Am” in 2002. I had not sent it to many Mainstream Publishers before the manuscript got banned by the Norwegian authorities.
The contains of the book was not in the favor of Norway. . .
I got the message “accidental” by someone who “talked” too much or slipped in the choice of words, may say that the manuscript was banned.

The contains of the book is authentic. You don’t have to believe it, it is the truth anyway.
Because of the ban, I had only one chance to publish the book and that was through a funded Publisher.
That means; I have to pay by myself for the 2000 first copies. About $8000,- (4600,- Sterling Pound)
I found Athena Press, UK and wrote them a letter where I sent a parcel of a chapter. I told them that the manuscript was banned at the Mainstream Publisher.

They accepted to publish the book to the price mentioned above.

Now . . . For those of you who already have read the book, you know that I had to give up everything of belongings. Material belongings as well did I loose all my money, bank accounts, properties, houses, and apartments I had around the world. Even movables, jewelleries and clothes were taken away from me.
I was deprived work-permit in Norway as well as all juridical rights. All lawyers in Norway were told not to support me in any juridical claims.
This itself is against “The Humans Rights” But when all Norwegian lawyers was told not to help me, I could not even get a lawyer to bring the case to the court of Human Rights.

Because of all this, when I left the country as refugee and found myself settling in Egypt, more and less in exile, I now live from hand to mouth. I have my small work and a close friend of mine offered me one of his flats to a decent rent in an area the Egyptian themselves look at as “the poor peoples village”. For me, it is "paradise".

My work keeps me living, but it should take 4 years before a friend from Denmark offered to sponsor the publishing of the book. Since I knew that I never actually would be able to finance it.
It takes about one year before I can expect any income of sale, and maybe it doesn’t sell that well neither.

It is not that I expect to become a best-seller, but I hoped I would sell enough to let me retire with a peace of mind.

After I came to Egypt, the Norwegian embassy and authorities have several times tried to “get to me” and several very embarrassing situations have occurred in the process. (Embarrassing for the Norwegian embassy and the Norwegian authorities. For me it has been in favor, since the situations have proofed the truth of my stories.)

My book had been on the marked only 4 weeks when I got a message from one of the biggest Russian Publisher for the sole right to translate the book to Russian.
The book is deliberately written in a way so it should be easy for whoever authority to find out if the stories is true or not.
The Russian Publisher did that investigation and got to know far more than what I had written about. Through ways, I learned to know that they even had found witnesses I never dared to count on.
But they did one mistake . . . They contacted the Norwegian Embassy.

I think it is by no coincidence that suddenly, everyone who had contact with me got fired from the Publisher and the translation process was put on freeze.

I have been asked, from several directions, to write the second book. Some with specific interest in certain events they know has happened in my life.

The book is now finish and I contacted Athena Press if they were interested in the next book too. They said that they certainly were.

But again, I meet the same problem . . . I don’t have the money to Publish it.

Therefore am I now going out in public and I ask you; “Can you help me to publish my book?”

If you can, please contact me through e-mail. You find it in my profile. Or send me an off-line message on my "giggle" on this page, with your e-mail address.

It is only one way that I can receive money, to ensure the money reach me.

Since years of torture, my days are counted. The injuries in my body do not get better by age . . . they get worse. I do not get younger and healthier.
It is only me that know and feel how the injuries are changing character.
That is why I never count on another day, another month or year.

I can wait a year and see if I have earned enough money from my first book to publish the next . . . But will I live so long???

2007-03-05T03:18:00.000-08:00

Have you ever been so tired? . . .

2007-03-04T03:21:00.000-08:00

The value of nothing . . .

(Invisible friends)

Click on the pic to see what happens

I have this day today
When sadness is taking my heart
and the tears freeze in the corner of my eye.
I know I won’t have another start

I know I did what I thought was the best
You never know before the time has past
When I did my best, I trusted God in doing the rest.
To make sure what I did good also would last.

No one promised me happiness in Hell
The sadness comes from other seeds grown
Seeds of nettle that hid a deep well.
A trap made by those I trusted.
The people from my own . . .

Earthly values have never been an issue
I don’t miss a bit of that.
I freely gave up all except for a tissue
To dry the tears of blood that dripped from my heart.

No one know my sorrow, no one see my tears
A sentence in my head is always coming
No one feel my pain or knows about my fear
“God do not forgive them, they know what they are doing”

2007-03-02T21:29:00.000-08:00

The hidden truth . . .

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What is it with the people???
Why is it so much fuzz about Britney Spear cutting her hair off? What is wrong with that? She has a beautiful head-shape and looks like as beautiful without hair as with hair.
What if any of us ordinary people do the same . . . Will it be looked at as a like as big symptom of madness, or being in need of “help”, or is it only because she is rich and famous?? Because then she is not allowed to do what she wants?
Is it forbidden to choose a hairstyle which is not a fashion any longer??? Maybe this is something she always wanted to try, but didn’t have the courage or was prevented to do it by her “manager” while it was a fashion . . . But now, she did it, fast and in a sudden . . .Because that is the only way for her to do what SHE wants.

What is it with Anna Nicole Smith. Suddenly her family is the last one who can make decision in the burial or whatever else concerning the woman.
She shall be embalmed and buried with tiara and a dress of pearls.
What kind of madness is this??? She was not even a royalty . . . She was a playboy model and call-girl.
Is the truth about this, that the “sex-mafia” who have abused her, raped her, kept her narcotized and made her life a Hell, now try to make it up . . . after her death? Is this their way of trying to bring humanity to believe that they are so full of respect and sorrow and regrets by their evilness and what they did to her while she was alive??

The next now is the fight about the child, so that the eventual father can take over whatever she had of values and the inheritance after her late husband.

Don’t come and tell me they care about the child. They give a damn shit about the child. If she had been whoever else, they would have denied any possibility of being the father of the child.
Greediness! ! ! That is what it is about . . .

2007-03-01T11:19:00.000-08:00

The only law and rule that works in Scandinavia . . .

Jante-loven av Aksel Sandemose 1933

1) Don't believe that you are anything
2) Don't believe that you are better than me.
3) Don't believe that you know more than me.
4) Don't believe that you can teach me anything.
5) Don't believe that you suit to anything
6) Don't believe that what you have is better than what I have.
7) Don't believe that you are more intelligent / smarter than me.
8) Don't believe that your profession is better than mine.
9) Don't believe that you understand something I don't.
10) Don't believe that anyone care about you.

AMEN

2007-02-26T09:00:00.000-08:00

New trend in the kindergarten . . .

2007-02-25T01:52:00.000-08:00

No one can please everyone at the same time . . .

but someone at least tries .

Liberalization of Egypt

Egypt strike causes textiles halt
Thousands of workers in Egypt have gone on strike, causing chaos in some of the country's largest textile factories. The workers from three factories in the northern Delta region are demanding better pay and bonuses. Strikes are illegal in Egypt and in the past the police have been ordered to break them up using force. Officials are unlikely to seek major confrontations with workers as they want to press on with privatization plans, our Cairo correspondent reports.

This is a big step towards liberalization in Egypt and shows the government’s effort to accept and listen to the people’s voice of action.
I have also noticed that more and more governmental and private industries are raising the salaries of their employees, as well do the government now also look into the necessity of compensation to farmers that experience loss because of natural catastrophes . . .

Egypt to tackle bird flu with in-kind compensation to farmers
Egypt plans to repay in kind farmers whose birds are culled in areas affected by bird flu, following the failure of a previous financial compensation scheme, a health ministry official said. "The ministry is currently looking at this plan, whereby farmers would be given new, vaccinated, chicks when they lose their birds to a culling campaign," Nasr el-Sayed told AFP.

I think the government should be given some credit here. Not everything is only bad . . .

2007-02-23T22:59:00.000-08:00

The power of an eye . . .

By Kirsten Nour NamskauI

I was in 4th primary . . . Magne was in 3rd primary . . . .Magne was a well-raised boy, always neat and clean, polite to everybody, did his homework and class-work at the very best.But . . . it was something with Magne which made him vulnerable. His one eye did not move. It was only staring straight forward.
This was enough to catch the mob’s attention.Every day, Magne was a victim of the mob. They hassled him both verbally and physically.
One day I told my father about Magne and how he got mobbed in the breaks at school.My father asked: “ But . . . where is the teacher who is supervising the playground ? Don’t they react on what is happening?”
I told him that it seemed they didn’t see it.
Then my father said: “ Kirsten, if you see Magne get mobbed, you have to inform the teacher who is on duty in the playground.”

I looked for Magne the next day, but didn’t see him. Magne didn’t show up at school for a long time.
Magne had got enough. . . . When he came home from school that day, his parents noticed he was more silent than usually, but didn’t make any fuss out of it. After Magne had gone to bed and his parents some hours later also wanted to go to bed, his father wanted to take a last peep into Magnes room, to see if he was OK.
He realized in a split of a second that something was very wrong with Magne.Magne was rushed to the hospital where they discovered that Magne had taken a huge quantum of sleeping-pills. His life was in serious danger and he had to stay in intensive care for several days.
Now, it became clear for everybody how serious Magnes case was.
Magnes father went to the school and had a meeting with the teachers, the headmaster and the school-doctor, to inform them about what Magne had been advised to do, if it happened again.

After some time, Magne came back to school and for some time it appeared as if the mobbing took off.
But slowly they started again . . .One day I saw the mob was real cruel to Magne. Suddenly three of them took Magne between themselves and carried him to a huge trash-container. They opened the lid and threw Magne inside and shouted: “ Here is where you belong. Feel at home.”

I run to the teacher who was on duty and called for her attention: “ Teacher, they are mobbing Magne. You have to help him. They have thrown him in the trash-container.”
I shouted out several times and pulled the teachers arm.
She looked at me and said: “ I have not seen anything. What I have not seen, I don’t know anything about.”

I looked at her with big eyes: “ Are you not going to help Magne? “I continued: “ If you turn around, you will see that they are standing around the trash-container and make mockery with Magne who is inside, and he can’t come out because someone is sitting on the lid.”
The teacher repeated: “ I don’t turn on your command, little miss sneak. As I said, what I have not seen, I don’t know, and if I don’t’ know . . . how can I help?”
I looked at her with big eyes and whispered: “ But I told you . . . “

The bell rang, and soon the play-ground was empty of children as they all attended class. But one did not come to class . . . Magne.
His class had come half way into the lesson when Magne knocked at the door. When he opened the door he stopped for a few second (which felt like minutes) and looked at the class. He looked filthy, with sandwich residues in his hair and on his clothes. . .
He went up to the teacher and whispered something to her.Those who had mobbed him started to feel uncomfortable. But the teacher didn’t say anything, so they relaxed a little again, but only for a few second . . .
The teacher went to the phone and made a call.The mob stiffened, but still the teacher didn’t say anything and Magne was still at the teacher’s desk.
A few minutes went ( which felt like hours) when someone knocked at the door and in came the headmaster and the school-doctor.The mob got pale, but still no one said anything.
The headmaster and the doctor took a sharp glance at the class before they went to the back of the class-room and took seat at two empty chairs.
Magne went to the front of the class and looked at each and one of his classmates . . .With silent, controlled voice he said: “I know that I get mobbed because my one eye does not move. . . . My eye became like this after an accident when I was two years old. An item pierced my eye and I lost it. . . I have only one eye.”
He continue: “The eye I can not move, is not real. It is made of glass and I have to take it out when I go to bed.”
Magne lifted his hand up to his face and in front of the class, he removed the eye.
There . . . in front of the class was Magne standing . . . with only one eye. Where the other eye had been, was now only an open hole.
Suddenly, Magne did a move with his hand as he shouted to his worse mobber: “ Hi Petter, catch it !!! “
Something went through the air and without thinking Petter, as an instant reaction only opened his hand to catch whatever came through the air.
Slowly . . . . Petter opened his hand to see what Magne had thrown.
There. . . in the palm of his hand was Magne’s eye . . . staring at him.
And for the rest of his life . . . whenever he opens his hand for whatever reason . . . It may be to receive changes in the shop, to shake hand with someone, to fill his hands with water to wash his face . . .
He will see Magne’s eye in the palm of his hand. . . staring at him.

2007-02-23T01:03:00.000-08:00

3 Minutes management course . . .

The Three Minute Management Course... (borrowed from “lemon and lollipop”)

Lesson 1:A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?" "It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies. "Great!" the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"

Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure

Lesson 2:A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out.The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish.""Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world."Puff! She's gone."Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Piña Coladas and the love of my life."Puff! He's gone."OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, "I want those two back in the office after lunch."

Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson 3:An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing?"The eagle answered: "Sure, why not."So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

Lesson 4:A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy.""Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings," replied the bull? They're packed with nutrients."The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.

Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.

Lesson 5:A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Moral of the story:

1) Not everyone who craps on you is your enemy

2) Not everyone who gets you out of crap is your friend

3) And when you're in deep doo-doo, it's best to keep your mouth shut!

2007-02-22T00:55:00.000-08:00

The spring is coming . . . .

Embrace the air . . . .

2007-02-21T11:03:00.000-08:00

hospitals unsanitary and low safety catch . . .

Hiv-skandale i Italia

20.02.2007 kl. 21:38 Kilde: NTBTips en venn
Tre italienere fikk i forrige uke transplantert organer fra en hiv-positiv kvinne. Risikoen for at de vil bli hiv-smittet er svært høy.

VG Nett følger
- Dette var en tragisk menneskelig feil, innrømmet direktør Edoardo Majno ved Careggi-sykehuset i Firenze tirsdag. Ifølge legene døde donoren, en 41-årig kvinne, av hjerneslag. Familien besluttet å donere organene hennes, men de var trolig ikke klar over at hun var hiv-positiv. Tabben skyldes en menneskelig feil ved sykehusets laboratorium.De tre pasientene har fått transplantert kvinnens lever og nyrer.Italienske leger frykter nå at saken vil bli en belastning for pasienter som venter på transplantasjon.Historier om uhygieniske forhold og lav kvalitetssikring på landets sykehus har florert i mediene den siste tiden, og i januar ble alle offentlige sykehus inspisert av politiet. Undersøkelsen avdekket alvorlige regelbrudd ved hvert sjette sykehus.Blant de mest omtalte sakene er historien om en 16 år gammel jente som døde under en blindtarmoperasjon fordi strømmen gikk og oksygentilførselen ikke var koblet til en generator.

- From a Norwegian News-paper Feb 21. 2007

Free translation below

Three Italian was last week receiving organs for transplantation from a HIV- positive woman. The risk that they will become HIV-positive is extremely high.

VG News-paper reports:

This is a tragically human mistake, the director Edoardo Majno at Careggi-hospital in Firenze said Tuesday. According to the doctors the donor, 41 years old woman, died of stroke. Her family decided to donate her organs, but were likely not aware of that the woman was HIV-positive.
The flaw appeared by a human mistake at the hospitals laboratory.
The three patients have received the woman’s liver and kidneys.
The Italian doctors fear now that this case will become a strain to patients that are waiting for organ-transplantation.

The history of the hospitals unsanitary and low safety catch has been so rampant in the media lately, that in January all the hospitals were inspected by the police.
The investigation showed that every 6th hospital lacked by sever unsanitary and low safety catch.
Among the most sever cases was the case about a young girl of 16 years that died under an appendix operation because the electricity went off and the oxygen-resuscitator was not connected to a generator.

If you ask me . . . This is simply unacceptable. This is not a human mistake . . . This is negligence and disrespect towards your fellow human.

2007-02-20T10:09:00.000-08:00

Sex for all ages . . .

2007-02-19T05:45:00.000-08:00

Fucked up "brain-transplant" . . .

Egypt . . . The country of contrasts . . .

When it comes to health-care and Egypt, it is a country of contrasts.
One the one hand we have one of the best surgeons in the world and people comes from all over the world to make certain operations. (Like eye operation, liver transplant etc.)
I had a friend from England who was working and living in Egypt for about 6 years.
Last year he suddenly, without warning collapsed. He went to England to make a health check after the command from his insurance company. In UK the doctors could not find out what was wrong and let him go for 1 year without further checks. As he got worse he finally got to a doctor here in Egypt who discovered that he had cancer in his liver. He went back to England and asked for a new check on the claim that they had found cancer in his liver. Yes, sure enough . . . then the doctors in England also discovered the cancer and prepared him for chemotherapy.
He came back to Egypt and told the doctor here what the doctors in UK had said.
Here they told him that chemotherapy was not the correct treatment. The best way was simply to remove the tumor by an operation.
It showed up that Egypt has one of the best surgeons in the world, when it comes to this kind of cancer and operations.
He went through with the operation and it was perfect. Completely free from cancer, he now should only recover from the operation.
It is then it fails . . . The aftercare is so lousy, so he almost died of lazy and lousy aftercare in the hospital. Lousy cleanliness, wrong medication and after-care gave him not less than 5 strokes, all unnecessary. He was called back to England for after-care by his insurance company and is now perfectly recovering.
I had another friend who came to Egypt to make some eye operation. The operation went perfect, but again . . . the aftercare gave her such inflammations in her eyes so she almost got blind, so she had to go back to Switzerland for after-care and recovering.
I have in an earlier post told about my experiences here in Egypt.
What surprise me is; How can the government and the surgeons accept that the aftercare are so lousy so the patient can die of it. What is then the effort of being one of the best surgeons in the world worth??
After reporting to the administration of the hospitals, the answer given is: “They do know how to do it correct. It is in their education, they only don’t bother to do it.”
This is beyond my intelligence, that a hospital accept that the nurses are doing such lousy job and spoil the hard and honest work of the surgeon.
Not only does it destroy the reputation of the medical care in Egypt . . . It also destroy the reputation of the country.

The government really do an effort to give the country the best possible chances to do things correct in a respectful and worldwide accepted way, but when the individual doctors or nurses don’t care and with laziness and lousiness deplore the governments effort, they also destroy the reputation of both themselves and the government itself.

In the same way, do I know that the government has put in a lot of money and effort when it comes to scanning of blood used for blood transfusion . . . But can we trust the doctors and nurses who suppose to be in charge of it???
No . . . .I’m sorry to say.

2007-02-17T05:54:00.000-08:00

The Vulnerable Heart . . .

By Kirsten Nour Namskau

What is mobbing and when do we feel mobbed ?
A person once told me: “It is so funny, so long as it doesn’t happen to you or one in your family.”

As a teacher, I often observed the children in the playground at the brakes.
Once I overheard some children acted and spoke as children with “Cerebral Palsy” do. Everybody in the group laughed and the one after the other made an “act”.
As I was watching them, I saw one of the boys (Niclas) slowly withdraw and left the group. He went to a corner of the yard and hid behind a tree.

It took me little by surprise, because he was usually the one mocking the others.
He was the one that often made fun of those who had taken a lower mark on a test. He was the one that often told spicy stories, easily gave an impolite answer and when one of the girls had broken her leg, he was the one jumping after her until she started to cry.
He was the one who used to play “Blind” and rave around in the class-room and “accidentally” touched the girls.
Now . . . He was the one who went away with pain-struck face.
When the bell rung, he looked released and the arrogant looking he usually had started to reappear.
When class started, I picked up the action that had taken place in the playground and asked the children, what made them to play that they had “Cerebral Palsy”.

They started to laugh and joke about it and again started to talk with strange voice.
Again , the boy started to withdraw.
I had a feeling of what was about to be revealed, when I asked him of his opinion about making fun of others this way.
I continued: “And by the way . . . No one at this school has Cerebral Palsy, so no one was literally hurt.”

Now, the whole class had turned to look at Niclas and silence was eminent as they saw that his face had turned red and he was stuttering, as if he didn’t know how to start.
He flung his hand over his forehead to wipe away drops of sweat that started to trickle.
Suddenly, he hid his face in his hands and started to cry.
I let him use his time to cry out.
I understood in this moment, that this lesson was the biggest lesson in his life.
The whole class sat as if needled to their chair with a question-mark in their face and looked from me to the boy.

When the cry started to take off and he dried his eyes with the cuff of his school-uniform shirt, he only looked at me with red eyes.

Another boy (Franse) asked silent: “Why do you cry? You don’t have Cerebral Palsy. It’s not you they made fun of.”
Niclas almost started to cry again but tried to withheld it as he said: “ You don’t know how it feels. It feels as if you make fun of me.”
He gave a deep sob as he frantically tried to control himself when he continued: “I have a brother that have Cerebral Palsy. He is older than me, but is almost like a baby. One month ago, we had to admit him into a home because it became too much for my mom. When you make joke of him, it feels as if you make joke of me.”

Franse looked at him for a long time with an intense glance before he said: “I know exactly how you feel Niclas. Look at me . . .” He ordered Niclas with soft voice.
When Niclas didn’t react, he repeated with stronger voice: “Niclas, look at me!”

Niclas peeped towards Franse as he continued: “Niclas . . . I am Franse, the one you use to call fatsy. Because I have a hormonal disorder that makes me fatter than you. What you feel now, is what I feel every day when someone calls me fatsy. The tears you have cried now, is like the tears I cry myself to sleep with every night.
Now . . . You know how it feels.”

Niclas looked down in his desk and said: “Sorry fatsy . . . I mean . . . Franse . . .” (he gave a sob, coming from deep in his throat) . . .” Sorry Franse, I shall never do it again.”

2007-02-16T12:00:00.000-08:00

The penny . . .

Remember this every time you pass that little penny in the parking lot I always thought that it was for Good Luck, but I love this version better:

I found a penny today Just laying on the ground. But it's not just a penny, this little coin I've found.

Found pennies come from heaven, That's what my Grandpa told me. He said Angels toss them down. Oh, how I loved that story.

He said when an Angel misses you, They toss a penny down. Sometimes just to cheer you up, To make a smile out of your frown.

So, don't pass by that penny, When you're feeling blue. It may be a penny from heaven, that an Angel's tossed to you.

Have A Great Day!

"Don't let your worries get the best of you, remember, Moses started out as a basket case"

2007-02-15T06:21:00.000-08:00

From the womb of my mother . . .

From Deathdealer’s blog

http://blogg.sol.no/deathdealer

Født til Donor!
27 January kl. 14:10
Donorsøsken tillatt! Endelig, vil alle vi som er eldst i søskeflokken kanskje si. Det var sannelig på tide. Skjønt, vi har jo alltid behandlet våre yngre brødre og søstere som en slags reserver - som skal trå til, når vi trenger det. Enten det gjelder å ta støyten for ugagn vi selv har bedrevet eller ile unnsettende til, når vi sitter som verst i klisteret. Hva annet har man småsøsken for? Med den nye loven om donorsøsken åpnes imidlertid nye muligheter. I kraft av deres nye status som mine potensielle organdonorer, må jeg i fullt alvor vurdere om mine småsøsken umiddelbart skal forbys å røyke og drikke, påbys å trene regelmessig, spise sunt og holde sine tanker moralsk plettfrie. Skjønt - det vil vel kanskje lovmakerne ta seg av. Det er jo ingen vits med donorsøsken, hvis de får løpe fritt og pådra seg både det ene og det andre - eller hva?

Free translation below.

Born to be a donor.

Donor-siblings are finally accepted !!
“Finally,” can all of us who are the older one among the siblings maybe say.
Although . . . we have always treated our younger siblings as a kind of “spare-thing” who shows up when we need them. Either it is the one to blame when we have done anything wrong or the one to come to our rescue if we have gone in “the pitfall.”
For what else do you have siblings?
With the new law, new options reveals.
In the virtue of the new law and the potential of future organ donor, I seriously have to look forward to that my siblings don’t start to smoke nor drink alcohol, I have to demand them to go to regular training, eat healthy and keep a high morale standard.
On the other hand . . . That’s maybe the authority’s job.
I mean . . . It doesn’t make sence with donor siblings, if they can run free and do whatever they want, incur the one illness after the other and so on . . . or what’s your opinion??

2007-02-14T04:23:00.000-08:00

It is nice to be remembered . . .

Valentine???

Without LOVE - days are . . .

Saddays . . .

Moandays . . .

Tearsdays . . .

Wastedays . . .

Thirstdays . . .

Frightdays . . .

Shatterdays . . .

So . . . fall in love . . .

Happy Valentine

2007-02-14T00:51:00.000-08:00

The gratest love-story of all time . . .

Mon Feb 12, 11:47 AM
By Phil Stewart

VALDARO, Italy, Feb 12 (Reuters Life!) -

Italy won't split up its Stone Age "lovers."

In a Valentine's Day gift to the country, scientists said they are determined to remove and preserve together the remains of a couple buried 5,000 to 6,000 years ago, their arms still wrapped around each other in an enduring embrace.
Instead of removing the bones one-by-one for reassembly later, archaeologists plan to scoop up the entire section of earth where the couple was buried, they told Reuters.
The plot will then be transported for study before being put on display in an Italian museum, thereby preserving the world's longest known hug for posterity.
"We want to keep can them just as they have been all this time -- together," archaeologist Elena Menotti, who announced the discovery a week ago, told Reuters.
Their removal will be a relief for archaeologists who had to hire extra security to guard the rural site outside the northern city of Mantova after the discovery made world headlines.
STAR-CROSSED LOVERS?
More importantly, it will give scientists a chance to figure out what was has become one of Italian archaeology's greatest mysteries: the first known Neolithic couple to be buried together, hugging.
Was it a sudden death? A ritual sacrifice? Or maybe they were prehistoric, star-crossed lovers who took their own lives.
That is a crowd-pleasing theory in these parts, since Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet was set in nearby Verona.
But scientists acknowledge they still know precious little about the now-famous Stone Age couple, whose embrace has become a subject of world newspaper headlines and chat shows.
Italians dubbed them the "Lovers of Valdaro" after the Mantova suburb of farmland and factories. But even their gender is a open question until scientists confirm the theory that they were a man and a woman.
Archaeologists seem certain the couple died young, since their teeth are intact and that they died during the Stone Age because of an arrowhead and tools found with the remains.
But new evidence indicates the couple were not alone and that the remains may have left been near a Stone Age settlement.
A CULT? DEATH GRIP?
Archaeologists on site showed Reuters photographs of another skeleton found nearby, suggesting the couple were in some sort of prehistoric burial ground.
While the single body was buried East-West, possibly following the daily path of the sun across the sky, the Stone Age couple were buried "the wrong way."
"They were buried North-South, and we don't know why," said archaeologist Daniela Castagna, standing over the grave site.
John Robb, lecturer at Cambridge University and an expert in Neolithic Italian remains, says the trouble with the Stone Age couple is the singularity of the find -- which makes it difficult to explain using known historic data.
He said Neolithic burials are almost always single burials.
"There are a couple of mass burials. There are couple of examples of heads being found under houses. And then, about one burial in every 20 or 30 sites is completely unique," he said.
"And these are probably things that have strange ritual circumstances of one kind or another."
But until scientists get a closer look at the bones, all anyone has are loose theories.
The discovery generated Internet conspiracy theories with some taking a darker interpretation of the hugging skeletons.
One reader on AOL, said it was absurd to assume "this couple is in eternal bliss."
"Maybe it is eternal hatred that had them locked together in a death grip," wrote another reader.
Other people have called for the couple to be left alone -- something that Italian archaeologists say would leave the remains vulnerable to looters, vandals and even bad weather.
There is also a practical reason, the owner of the land hopes to soon build warehouses on it.
"We say rest in peace -- unless you're dead long enough to be interesting," wrote another reader, Jim Noonan.

2007-02-13T00:22:00.000-08:00

Food for the soul . . .

As I jumped off the building . . .

~ I saw the known loving couple in 10th floor hitting each other

~ In 9th floor, I saw the usually tough and strong Peter crying

~ In 8th Mary just found her fiancée is sleeping with her best friend

~ In 7th floor, Daniella is taking her daily anti-depression medicine

~ Jobless Hans in 6th floor, still buys 7 newspaper to search for job every day

~ Much respected Mr. Wong in 5th floor, is trying his wife’s undergarment

~ Rose in 4 floor, is fighting again with her boyfriend

~ The old man in 3rd floor, is every day hoping that someone would come by and pay
him a visit

~ In 2nd floor, Lilly is still staring at the picture of her lost husband since half year ago

~ Before I jumped from the building, I thought I was the most unlucky person

~ Now I realized that everyone have their own problems and worries

~ After I have seen all these people’s problems and worries, I found out . . . In fact I wasn’t that bad off at all

~ I think . . . After they see me now, they might feel they are not that bad after all

“It’s Nice to BE Important but it’s more Important to Be NICE” ---

2007-02-12T01:06:00.000-08:00

Happy (got through) Mothers Day . . .

Some words from a mother . . .

to another.

Your child you have known
Since it was in your womb.

Their growth you have watched,
Sometime with sorrow sometimes with heartfelt touch.

Through their laughter and tears
You have felt their joys and fears.

Sometimes they turn against you and with anger shout,
But a hidden message, is behind the pout;

“I love you mommy, you make me feel proud.”

2007-02-11T06:48:00.000-08:00

All men are alike . . .

To balance my very bad post yesterday . . . . here goes:

Men are like...floor tiles if you lay them right, you can walk all over them for years.

Men are like...chocolates bars ... sweet and smooth and they usually go right for your hips.

Men are like...coffee, the best ones are rich,warm and can keep you up all night.

Men are like ... commercials ... you can't believe a word they say

Men are like ... copiers..you need them for reproduction, but that's about it

Men are like ... cement after getting laid ... they take a long time to get hard.

Men are like ... government bonds, they take so long to mature.

Men are like ... mascara, they usually run at the first sign of emotions.

2007-02-10T06:40:00.000-08:00

OOOhhh . . . Women . . . !!

Q. Why do only 10% of women go to heaven?
A. Because if they all went, it would be hell.

Q. Why did God invent the yeast infection?
A. So women know what it feels like to live with an annoying cunt.

Q. Why are hangovers better than women?
A. Hangovers will go away.

Q. Why did God give men penises?
A. So we'd always have at least one way to shut a woman up!

Q. Why is a woman like a dog turd?
A. The older it is, the easier it is to pick up.

Q. What's the difference between a woman and a toilet?
A. A toilet doesn't follow you around once you've used it.

Q. Why are women like screen doors?
A. Once they get banged a few times, they loosen up.

Q. How many men does it take to fix the vacuum cleaner?
A. Why the fuck should we fix it, we don't use the damn thing!

Q. What's the most active muscle in a woman?
A. The penis.

Q. How are women like parking spaces?
A. The best ones are taken, and the rest are handicapped.

. Why do women close their eyes during sex?
A. They can't stand to see a man having a good time.

Q. What are the three reasons that make anal sex better than vaginal sex?
A. It's warmer, it's tighter, and it's more degrading to the woman.

Q. What's the difference between a pregnant woman and a light bulb?
A. You can unscrew a light bulb.

Q. How many women does it take to change a light bulb?
A. None, they just sit there in the dark and bitch.

Q. Why do women have periods?
A. Because they deserve them.

Q. If your wife keeps coming out of the kitchen to nag at you, what have you done wrong?
A. Made her chain too long.

Q. What do you do when the dishwasher won't work?
A. Kick her.

Q. What's the difference between your wife and your job?
A. After five years your job will still suck.

2007-02-09T06:28:00.000-08:00

The mens pride . . .

Click on the pic.

It's only one thing working on men . . . I swear to God ! ! !

2007-02-08T06:16:00.000-08:00

A woman's working-day . . .

A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his
wife stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he
prayed: "Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours
while my wife merely stays at home.
I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body to
switch with mine for a day. Amen.
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish. The next
morning,
sure enough, the man awoke as a woman.
He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, Set
out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their
lunches,
Drove them to school, came home and picked up the dry cleaning,
took it to the cleaners
And stopped at the bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping,
Then drove home to put away the groceries, Paid the bills and
balanced the check book.
He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog.
Then it was already 1 P.M. and he hurried to make the beds, do
the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor.
Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument
with them on the way home.
Set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to do their
homework, Then set up the ironing board and watched TV while he
did the ironing.
At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for
salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper.
After supper, he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded
laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed. At 9 P.M. he was
exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went
to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to
get through without complaint.
The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and
said, Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to
envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, oh
please, let us trade back."
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel you
have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things
back to the way they were.
You'll just have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant
last night."