Sunday, March 8, 2009 7:35:41 PM
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Dedicated to strong, resourceful women everywhere!
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Song: Queen Bee
Album: A Star Is Born 1976
Words and music by Rupert Holmes
The Star is Born Soundtrack, 1976
Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson
sung by Barbra Streisand
The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle of the web,
it's the fly she seeks.
You may be her lover but you never will recover, 'cause
she ain't had a bite for weeks.
You think your the same, 'cause you got the same name,
but the widow has a mobile home.
Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you,
and she's never gonna let you roam.
She'll tuck into bed and truck on your head, then she'll
wrap you as a midnight snack.
So if you see a spider, don't you sidle up beside her
Why'd you think the widow's wearin' black?
Queen bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh
Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you, uh, uh, uh
But the queen bee's never gonna be alone. Uh huh.
Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis and
you knows why he's on his knees.
He may have religion but he's just a sittin' pigeon if a
woman even starts to tease.
He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck,
what a way to go.
And now you done and torn it! You been messin' with a
hornet, she's a blue-blooded wasp, you know.
And just as you do it, she'll inject you with a fluid that you
ain't even got but none.
You're the meat on the plate, not even first rate, she's
gonna feed you to her seventh son.
Just like the Queen Bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own,
Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you, uh, uh, uh
But the queen bee's never gonna be alone. Uh huh. Uh huh.
So, in conclusion, it's an optical illusion, if you think that
we're the weaker race.
Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle, and the
truth is staring in your face.
The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks, is the
one who brings home the bread.
The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle, need a
woman just to keep them fed.
But come the evenin', we're like Adam and his Eve, inside
the garden. Hear the serpent's sound?
It's so frustratin', when you're really into matin', and there
ain't a lovin' man around.
Whoever wrote this story
(it's so frustratin', when you're really
into matin', and there ain't a lovin' man around)
Throw out the glory
(it's so frustratin', when you're really
into matin', and there ain't a lovin' man around)
Bring in the men (give me them and I'll swing)
Write me a sequel
Give me an equal, oh, oh, oh
And I'll give that man
I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man
I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man
I'm gonna give him that lovin' sting! Zap!
International Woman's Day
Tuesday, March 3, 2009 1:14:57 AM
Friday....Standing in front of our local Spa, talking with a client, with one hand holding an iced Hazelnut coffee, the other my briefcase and....
I suddenly felt 'far away' as we were talking. Her words were blowing away with the wind. It was very windy.
Then I looked at her and said..."I'm going somewhere now."
I remember a red flickering light and darkness and feeling very light, not at all in my body. In fact, I felt no sensation that could be described as a logical one. Bits and pieces of letters almost forming words. Crying out, but no sounds came from me. Just that red flickering light. It was all I had to hold onto to be sure a part of me, still existed.
I felt hands touching my body, my face...and all in darkness. I was beginning to feel more in this new space that I was in.
I thought of my family and everyone I loved and held onto them, remembering their faces, the sound of their voices....then, darkness again. Then again...no sensation.
I began to feel pain and a feeling of sea-sickness. And, once again, I saw the red flickering light. As if nothing else existed. And, my mind began to wander.
Was this the evidence of who I was and this will now be my means of travel, through time and space? Would there be more to come or would it just always be this red flickering light? (this was all soooo crazy??!!)
Both a tinge of 'fear' and 'excitement' at this new feeling, awakening, event taking place where I was a spectator. Front row seats to a show that had not yet opened, but promised to by way of these new sensations. A feeling of certainty, amidst all this confusion, that more would come. Everything, every feeling, very foreign.
I met a lot of people on my journey. In-between the red flickering lights, I began to see faces and even hear voices. I could count every line on their face and count the number of times they changed direction. Numbers danced all around me. Glances. Nods. Counting the hairs on their heads. It all had become a part of me.
All that was around me. Where I was, I didn't know. I have to admit that I was fascinated by these events. By moments that seemed like lifetimes. And, the only evidence I have that it all existed is in my own heart and mind.
I woke up in a private room on the Cardiac Unit of our Trauma Center. There were many people in the room, most I was not familiar with, but others were 'with' me wherever I went. By that I mean, the place or maybe I should say...the STATE I was in, maybe even the other dimension. Who knows. No one knows.
This surreal chain of events was reduced to a hospital band which identified me as being a person who was rushed by ambulance into a hospital, tested for every possible reason for my being in a coma for 3 days, and, with absolutely no medical explanation...I was released this afternoon.
I sat at my computer, looking at my keyboard....and it looked so new, almost like something I hadn't experienced before. I cut off my hospital band and just stared at it like it was a ticket from a play I had just seen and was wondering where in my scrapbook to place it. It was just a hospital band.
I wanted so badly, to be alone for a little while and just write this all down....talk about it/share it with someone. There is 'little' objectivity surrounding me as noone is comfortable hearing what I experienced...they are all very stressed out. I don't know why. I'm fine. I'm home.
Whatever happened is over and it may or may not happen again. But, it sure is worth sharing.
While in the hospital, all of the tests performed showed no abnormalities. Diagnosis: Unresponsive!
(I spent 2 days in machines and they even checked for blockages in my heart)
All of the Neuro tests they did while I was 'sleeping' were normal, except.....I did not respond to light. And it's funny because I saw the red flickering light everytime it went off.??
The only instructions I received when leaving the hospital was regarding the area where they performed the Heart Cath, where they cut into the main artery and how to care for it and what signs to look for to be sure it does not become infected. And, they asked me not to drive for 3 days.
Other than that, they all wished me well and professed that they, too, had an experience while with me. ???? They didn't elaborate.
I did 'go' somewhere and I felt and saw things I had never felt or seen before. I had no drugs injected as there was no reason for them, just a slow drip of Lactated Ringer's.
The red flickering light: Everytime I was transported to a different part of the hospital....I was scanned!Looking at that hospital band is still '
weirding me out'!!! I don't know if that's correct spelling or even a word, but I just added it to my vocabulary!!!
Some pics my sister took. The room and one of the nurses who was with me throughout. A letter that my Granddaughter wrote to me, not knowing if I was ever going to read it. (Bless her little heart, she was sooo upset)
Sunday, February 22, 2009 9:39:48 PM
Please come here and talk to me
I have so much to say
although I am not visible
I am not far away.
I see your pain and hear your cries
their evident to me
and though you try to silence them
their still so clear to see.
I came here from another time
and found so many who
have looked a lot like innocence
like many strangers do.
You know, you never mentioned
how deep and dark the path
you traveled on to get here
and all on my behalf.
Let me tell you something
you've probably heard before
but I was where you came from
what you were looking for.
I found it on a lonely night
when everything was still
it wrapped it's arms around me
and took away the chill.
I looked a little closer
to my surprise abound
a tender smile, a loving heart
and home I knew I'd found.
Although I couldn't touch you
not in the human sense
I felt your warmth and drew you near
and felt such love, immense.
I knew I could protect you
and never had a doubt
as long as you were with me
just good could come about.
I had to run before I crawled
it was the only way
and every lesson taught to me
was born on each new day.
Clouds were high and far away
when you would come to call
and how I wish you never left
had you been here at all.
Was it just wishful thinking
that every time you came
the sky would open, light would fall
and I'd be born again.
I can't help but believing
that you are here to stay
because you've shown me so much Love
in each and every day.
So safe I feel beside you
so tender when I hold you
and how could it be something else
when truly I adore you.
When time is gone and there's no wind
and everything is still
I'll think of you, still wanting you
my heart you'll always fill.
I'm glad we met and had this talk
I needed it, you see
I wasn't going anywhere
unless you were with me.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009 11:10:41 AM
IE or Firefox: Which browser is more secure?
Posted by l33tdawg on Tuesday, February 03, 2009 - 01:58 AM (Reads: 387)
Source: Computer World
The conventional wisdom in security circles used to be that Microsoft's Internet Explorer was hopelessly attack-prone and that only someone with a cyber death wish would prefer it over such alternatives as Mozilla Firefox, Opera or Apple's Safari browser.
That's no doubt still the case for some. But with Microsoft more focused on IE security than it used to be and the market increasingly saturated with Web-browsing alternatives like Google Chrome, opinions aren't as sharp as they once were.
CSOonline.com recently conducted a highly unscientific, very informal poll of security practitioners, asking which browser they consider more secure. Firefox still scores well for many who like the frequent and easy security updates. But IE seems to be gaining more acceptance, especially since Microsoft released version 7 a couple of years ago. As for Google's Chrome, the jury is still out.
[/B]Barack Obama's Blackberry has caught the fancy of the world's most famous hacker, Kevin Mitnik. Though the device belonging to the US president is 'spy-proof' however, according to Mitnik, it is not impossible to hack. He says that it is all the more challenging to hack Obama's Blackberry.
"It's a long shot, but it's possible. You'd probably need to be pretty sophisticated, but there's people out there who are," Fox News quoted Mitnick as saying. Mitnick has a history of serving five years behind bars after pleading guilty to charges of wire and computer fraud for hacking into computer systems at some of the country's largest cell-phone and computer companies during the 1990s. He presently heads the Mitnick Security Consulting.
"If I was the attacker, I would look to Obama's close circle of friends, family and associates and try to compromise their machines at home. The objective would be to get Obama's e-mail address on the BlackBerry," Mitnick
According to Mitnick, the potential hackers would most likely target a person with access to Obama, as their network would be less secure than the President's. He also added that once the hacker got hold of Obama's mail id, it would be easier to lure him into a Web site that had previously been breached in order to transfer "malicious code".
However, Mitnick warns the hackers about the consequences before acting, "The government would go after them full force," he said.
Saturday, February 14, 2009 6:55:39 AM
Valentine's Day in Italy
In Italy Valentine's Day is celebrated as a Spring Festival and is held in the open air. The young would gather in leafy glades or ornamental gardens, where they would listen to music and hear poetry read, and then they would stroll off with their valentine together into the gardens.
This custom over the years has ceased and it has not been celebrated for centuries.
In the Italian city of Turin it was customary for an engaged couple to announce their engagement on this day. For a while before the day shops would be decorated and filled with all sorts of bon-bons.
The History and Meaning of Saint Valentine's Day 
Saint Valentine was a Roman who was killed for his faith on February 14, 269 A.D. He had refused to worship pagan gods, and some stories say he was a priest who would marry young couples in secret who loved each other but who did not have parental permission. In 496, his 'saint day' was established. He is associated with love because he fell in love with the daughter of his jailer, and would pass notes to her. His final note, before he was executed, read 'from your Valentine'.
In Italy, with its romantic and religious roots, St Valentine's Day became the traditional day to be engaged. Young Romans would spend this day gathered together in gardens to listen to romantic poetry and music.
Italy
Valentine's Day festival reached its peak in popularity during the Middle Ages. For the lovers, one day in the year dedicated to love and celebration of love meant a great deal. Love notes and flowers were originally exchanged between the beloveds. The idea of Valentine's Day and love being associated together very strongly in the Middle Ages had an interesting origin. Spring time is the season, when birds look for mates to propagate. Specially in France and England, this notion was very strong. But with lots of trials and tribulations, the modern Valentine's Day celebrations are radically different and Valentine's Day in Italy is celebrated with great passion.
Saturday, February 7, 2009 10:38:08 PM
....and what better time to see if those 2 Our Fathers, 3 Hail Mary's and 2 Glory Be's will get me out of yet another jam.
And what better time than the present to use this forum, to let down this bag of bricks by opening my heart...bearing my soul would be a more appropriate description for detailing my "Truths" I really need to shed, if just for the sake of shedding them.[/ALIGN]
Hi, my name is Jill. And, I'm a compulsive spender! (yeah, I know, you thought it was going to be juicier than this..LOL)(It WAS, but I chickened out and wrote this, instead...maybe next post)I wanted to know if I really did have a serious problem or if I just felt guilty for spending too much money. (Nope, I never feel guilty...another truth)
So, I did some research and found this article.
Are You a Compulsive Spender?Everyone deals with stress in different ways. Some people exercise or turn to food, while others spend money. The shiny bags filled with new clothes, fancy electronics and luxurious toiletries can temporarily fill a void, but that rush soon turns to guilt, especially after the bills arrive. Like eating or gambling, shopping can become a compulsion—even an addiction. Are your spending habits are out of control? Take this assessment and find out. QuizResults of the Assessment:
You Know When to Save and When to Splurge Based on your answers to this assessment, it sounds like you do overspend from time to time, but still know how to (and are able to) control yourself. If you need a bit more help, consider creating and sticking with a budget if you don't already.Needless to say, I don't agree with their assessment results. But then, who am I but just a compulsive spender and who feels no guilt in whatever I buy and I know why I'm buying it, other than for the obvious reasons; I either need it or want to have it.
I even went to see someone who deals in Obsessive-Compulsive Disorders and he didn't think I had a problem with spending too much money, it was the reason WHY I was spending it.He said that I did not meet the criteria, which includes low self-esteem and a multitude of other problems.
He believes that when I am under stress and feel trapped by a situation, I shop to feel better. And, you know what? He's right! It works! He also believes it is much better to buy something, even if I don't need it at the time and it is costly, than to turn to alcohol or drugs. He does think I have an addictive personality and the reason my business is probably going so well.
All in All I got a clean bill-of-health!I also got a dinner date, if I agreed to "buy him a gift"!!!!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009 1:29:51 PM
Well, I'm here on a blog I started, way back when, for my poetry, for me as it's set on Private.
I lost my password. Had it saved in the beginning and could not retrieve it. My main blog, that is. And after many, many attempts, I cannot get any help from Opera to get my blog back. Sure, I can start another one, but why should I have to?
I have a collection of "Ticket Numbers" from support, but everytime I ask to reset, or give me a temp password for 'A New Day, A New Way"...(Jilleebean)...they, and over and over again, send me a new password for this blog, which I don't need another password for. VERY FRUSTRATING.
It looks like I'll have to delete my original blog, but again....why do I have to???
Enough of that. How is everyone? Anything new and exciting? Any new romances? Broken romances? Would like all the details please, and don't leave anything out. I've been gone too long. hehehe
Love you all and did miss coming here. A lot going on here. Won't get into it now, but good to be back!
Love you guys....Jilleebean
Saturday, March 1, 2008 10:13:18 AM
Hunted
Stepping onto the earth
feeling the moisture beneath my feet
I almost didn't remember this feeling.
Days in this abyss
seems like months
Sea legs, still..
ground very hot.
I hear a rustle in the wind
very near
Calling out to me
warning me.
Everywhere, crackling of leaves
taunting me.
Seductive, the anticipation
of your arrival.
Snickering and snarling
as you glance toward me
as you dance around me
You’ve once again
taught me well.
I hear a rustle in the wind
I know you're following me
I hear the sound of your body
falling to the ground
Seems a roar to me.
Onward as I near a clearing
not wanting
but needing to
I turn slowly
anxiously…
our eyes meet.
There you are, wild one
there you are
resting.
I hear a rustle in the wind
your're softly growling
impatiently panting
You want more
but wait
Be still
I’m right here
Still, sea legs
Still…momentum.
The warmth no longer burns my toes
my flesh no longer tender to the touch
my body free of screaming pain.
I see you still
slithering gracefully
as you watch me
patiently.
Would not want to anger you
have felt your wrath
Will quietly and gently
remove my scent that
carries a stench of fear
that you can see
that you can hear.
Stay and rest wild one
I will do the same…
Until we meet again.[/SIZE][/ALIGN]
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