amazing LIFE

[sway2sway]

Here is a feel good thread to applaud those amazing life moments and those amazing people in this life. Chicken soup for the phuckin phorum phreaks.

Here's my contribution, I started to cry when I read it this morning (and between you and me, I want off this PMS putt-putt caboose. After I read the small print on my ticket to ride the 'emancipation express', I found that boarding the double E, does in no way nullify the PMS trip I was already taking. Yeah, they expect you to ride 2 rails, a leg on each train, it ain't easy. oops, off the track there, huh?)

3 year old girl survives a small plane crash, hangs upside down for 5 hours in her car seat, the nose of the plane is in icy water, up in northern bc, she has no coat on, her teddy bear got snow on it, the rescue man wiped it off, she could then hug the bear with abandon, she was flown to the hospital, reunited with her parents, but grandpa is still dead. rollercoaster.


http://www.canada.com/theprovince/news/story.html?id=ca5f656b-6b81-4a3b-9120-8c995252e26a&k=41257

[sway2sway]

I know y'all care a lot, but they let me off the PMS putt-putt caboose, they gave me a transfer to a leaky boat, the S.S. Menstruation. (ha ha, I amuse myself so--and that is what you get for not giving my 3 year old inspiration plane crash survivor her just due.....you get too much information from Sway, I call that comeuppance.....may the heavens open up in a crimson spasm, spewing forth cast off juices of the ancient goddesses, a nutrient wasteland from the beginning of time shall rain down on thee.
just kidding, i don't have such powers

[the duke]

I've always thought that kids are very resiliant little things :)

I'm sure I would've cried too if I was on the PMS caboose...but that's not happening just yet :)

[angischy]

that is what you get for not giving my 3 year old inspiration plane crash survivor her just due...

I read it, I was inspired. I just didn't respond.
I felt like I needed to respond with a similarly inspiring tale, otherwise I wasn't matching wits appropriately.
Is that a crime, oh Captain my Captain? ;)

[sway2sway]

no it's not a crime, but the PMS caboose can't get up the hill without outside validaton ( if a train goes up the hill and no one sees it, did it really go?). Also can't get up the hill without some ego stroking of the needy and empty and cramping and irrational (it's empty, it's full, no it's empty...I don't care what the guage says!) fuel tank.
so sorry for being demanding, I'm off the caboose now, could no longer give a shit.
though when you do get a story, such that pulls your heart strings, and opens the valves to your inner tide pool, here is the venue I have created for it.....it waits.

[Miss Shark]

I too didn't have a story to add, and even though you no longer care...I couldn't get through your story, all I could think of was one of my gals strapped into a car seat dangling next to dead grandparents. I do think it's a good idea for a thread.

I'll add this, I don't have one for ego stroking, but I've really grown to like these things. It makes me giggle....

http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s127/RebeccaLB/icon_lick.gif

[sway2sway]

well, I don't know what that tongue is wigglin' for, but if it's wishing for some cunnalingalLolly, well that supercedes ego stroking every time

[sway2sway]

even though you no longer care...I couldn't get through your story, all I could think of was one of my gals strapped into a car seat dangling next to dead grandparents. ]

to clarify, I still care of the story, just don't care so much whether others feel the same, or appreciate the story as I did.
PMS makes me more of a sheep, where otherwise I am more wolfish.

And shark that was what got me too, thinking of my daughter- but more the part about the snow on the teddy that she wouldn't hug. I don't know how many times my daughter has dropped something in the dirt or a puddle, a favorite sort of thing, and once that has happened it's tainted, she wants nothing to do with it and can see no resolution to the problem except to cast it off. Then, I wipe the dirt off, or blowdry it, get the job done- then whaddya know, she is amazed everytime, a freakin' miracle.....reclaimation from the land of untouchables.

[Miss Shark]

I understood sway.

It might be pretty bad of me, but I really don't let the girls take their things out of the house for fear of them getting lost, left behind, ruined.

[sway2sway]

I really don't let the girls take their things out of the house for fear of them getting lost, left behind, ruined.


that's kind of the opposite of my house, it's like we destroy or lose everything we touch, possibly out of reckless abandon, irreverence, or laziness. Perhaps my disregard for all this material crap transfers over to the kids, yet they don't understand the principle behind my disregard and therefore, I am in essence raising disrespectful bohemians.
I find it difficult to balance my own personality with that of being responsible for what I instill in others- perhaps not the best motherly quality.
Honestly though, sometimes I think so much, I've no clue what I think.

[angischy]

Honestly though, sometimes I think so much, I've no clue what I think.

Oooh, I relate to that one ALL TOO MUCH!
My brain's a big blender of thought. I can mix it up a million ways and it all tastes good. But sometimes I just wish there was a big old off switch and that I could rinse it out and put it on the shelf. Purge all thought, and just be. Less think, more do.

My brain's on puree right now trying to process something kinda annoying and emotional right now. Oh, I wish it was done already but it's still got a few more cycles to blend before it'll be done. Hooray for the amazing life and the silver linings, but right now I just want to vent and hate on someone and something.

Can we start a thread for that or should I just keep it inside my blender?

[Miss Shark]

Let 'er rip Ang-a-lee!!

[sway2sway]

yeah have her out in a projectile fashion.
thread name suggestions:
amazingSHIT
amazingVOIDofNOTHINGNESSthenDEATH
amazingPAINhurtLOSSandRejection
amazingImadeITthisFar

[sway2sway]

I feel like shit, some sort of virus is having a parTAY in my boDAY. not pretty, but I think my antibodies are slowly catching up, then we'll see who's laughing...

anyway, this was a double page in my paper this morning. Really nice, I so dig it when people shine, when they run with chance and opportunity and become a beacon of 'all humans are important.'

the intro paragraph-

Five years ago, we told you the amazing story of how Angolan teenager Antonio Joao arrived in Vancouver as a stowaway. Equally amazing is the progress he's made since the day he jumped ship as a refugee with no education and a heart full of fear. Elaine O'Connor catches up with Joao, who's making plans for his post-secondary education. His intended first stop is Capilano College, which he's chosen out of a sense of destiny, for it was this college that seemed to beckon him when he was hiding in the nearby forest after sneaking ashore in Vancouver.


http://www.canada.com/theprovince/news/unwind/story.html?id=4b90b4f2-d21c-44f1-8d6f-52fd3c7b9f2a

[sway2sway]

I think this is a real nice story, not carmelized into a static & sweet 'happy ever after' formula, but it's got some real nice human vibes going on. I like it when we do good stuff, when we try.

It's about a guy that moved to india and got an 11 year old servant boy with his apartment rental and their resulting relationship. (also drugs, sex, rock music-- plus glass bottomed hot tubs, and just general decadent bling and hedonism- ok, lies.)

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/03/magazine/03lives-t.html?ex=1359608400&en=d6a1482ac9acb866&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

[Miss Shark]

That is a good story. It reminds me of the freedoms we still have here. Work hard and the sky is the limit (that so easy to forget in times like these).

[sway2sway]

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/02/10/nyregion/0210-PARENT_index.html

this is sorta bittersweet amazingness.
the link is to a slideshow of 2 mothers and their sons.
The boys/men were blown up in the iraq war, now basically vegetables in wheel chairs.

Amazing the bond between a mother & child-

This war needs to stop. There is no reason for it. Perpetuating an economic war machine with no regards to the catastrophes it leaves in its wake, the families it leaves broken.
I just don't understand why humans have to be this way.

[this is a funny story, yesterday my daughter was drawing something on her etch a sketch kinda deal. So when I asked her to tell me about it-she said it was war. So I asked, what is war? Quick response- fighting she says. So I say we don't like fighting in our house.
And this is what she comes back with, "but mom, it's american"
that be priceless]