The Love of My Life!

I’ve got bad news for you — all you lovers, spouses, and intimate friends. The love of your significant other is M-O-N-E-Y.

Never thought you heard that out loud, Money is your number one competition in your love life.

Money, can you imagine that?

I can. I have seen money put before relationships, survival, and love on a number of levels that makes me think twice of whether I want to get involved in another romantic tryst.

Think about it. Love versus Money.

And, which one loses most of the time.

You guessed it. And it ain’t money. Nope, love can’t stand up against money. I’m not sure what little grey cell harbors that type of resistance, but it’s in there. Money seems to be allot better to some people than love is.

Love is what people get married for.

Love is what people seek from a significant other.

So, why is it that most murders — most homicides deal with loved ones shooting their spouse or loved ones for life insurance, medical insurance or some other kind of advantageous money offer over love.

It’s enough to make a grown person cry.

Whether for love or money, aha! Now, I know what they really mean. If a person has to choose between love or money, money is going to win hands down. And, that’s what is wrong with our society. Placing money, gold, silver, or even jewelry over our love that we have for each other.

In fact when I reread the Bible from time to time, nowhere does it have something nice to say about money except that it’s the root of all evil.

And I believe it. So friends, beware when your lover or spouse removes money from their wallet. Their love affair is just beginning while yours, alas, is ending if not today, then definitely by tomorrow.

Viewer be forewarned.

Watching movies with Medusa and her infamous snake head isn’t a good move to watch with your kids right before bedtime.


I found to my horror that I couldn’t sleep that night without seeing gigantic anaconda snakes wrap their coils around my prostrate body and squeeze every time I took a breath. The worst part about it was their mouths which opened with sharp pointed teeth aimed at my nose.

When it comes to watching movies, I love the creepy ones, the ones with ghosts and other paranormal stuff that puts most people into an uproar of protest. I can’t help myself. While I’m quaking on the living room couch with a blanket held for safe and fast inserting before my horrified eyes, I love watching those movies.

However, I now draw the line at watching anything with snakes writhing around or circling people’s faces or adorning their heads because it seems to have an adverse effect on my mind.

In my subconscious state, I seem to keep reliving the worst parts of the movie and actually identify with the victim as the snakes continue to attack my sleeping beauty body.

Can you imagine what Prince Charming must be seeing and thinking? A snake-wrapped princess? Horrors! He couldn’t possibly kiss anything that grotesque or can he?

My spouse says I have a morbid sense of humor.

So, I’m putting out this warning:



’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
      Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
      And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
      And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
      He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
      He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.
Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)

What the Animals Tell Me with Flash Silvermoon Wednesdays 8:30-9:00 PM EST Live and on Demand

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Nationally known Animal Communicator Flash Silvermoon will share this story about her  first cat as an adult, SUSIE CREAMCHEESE and the many adventures they shared during those fabulous ’60’s..Reincarnation is part of the theme of this and many of the other stories from her forthcoming book Lifetime Companions Love Never Dies, which offers many tales about how she began working on her own animals and how that evolved into treating all kinds of other animals over the last 35 years. This book will be especially healing for those who have lost their special animal companions. They can see for themselves with their own lifetime companions that LOVE NEVER DIES! Sure to be an enlightening and elevating program. Hopefully this show will enable, inspire and educate you in ways to help yourselves and the animals that you love~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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~~ Flash always shares more about Holistic methods to heal your animal companions. Of course the first thing is Animal Communication which is the best aid in knowing and understanding what your animal companions want and need as well as how their past and even past lives can influence their healing. Flash also creates her own Gem Elixirs and uses Green Hope Farms Flower Essences as well as homeopathy, essential oils and healing touch to round out her practice. See her website for further info on ordering or having her work on your animals.

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Special Days

Do you know that today is a special day for me?


Because I got through the whole day without anyone of my many body parts attacking me, paining me, or sending sharp needle pain through my fingers. It’s not like I’m complaining, but merely making a simple observation of how my body works at 65 compared to when I was in my 50’s or even my 40’s.

It’s strange to reflect that our bodies have a way of taking care of themselves whether or not we really pay any attention to them.

Remember pimple and how they tormented us since we were teenagers? It got so bad. I could connect the pimples with a pencil and make a picture of a grey whale or even an elephant.

Or you could press a piece of paper against your forehead which was so oily that it came out with its own picture pattern?

Yes I remember those days well and will probably do so until the day I die.

I’ll let you know when,

Sometimes, I get the feeling that my body is against me. Have you ever gotten that feeling? No? Well, let me tell you.

It’s a real scary feeling. Or, let me put it this way.

Last year my Achilles Heels threatened to explode so I’m now wearing braces with the possibility of surgery somewhere down the road. I’ve been told not to take that route and stay away from it as long as possible.

This spring, summer, and fall, my knees attacked me. They both went out of joint, although it was the right knee that gave me the worst trouble. Now, with the help of physical therapy, I’ve learned how to re-walk, re-stand, re-sit, balance on one foot, balance on two feet, lean up against walls and squat, and other sundry exercises that I won’t bore you with.

Then, the other part of my womanly features decided to kick in and attacked me with a great deal of pain through my pelvic. Now, ladies, we all know the pressure in that area when we are about to give birth. Yeah, that bad. A combination split between a volcano erupting and someone kicking you in the stomach.

The first time it happened, it lasted 5 minutes. No big deal you say? Hmm, the second attack lasted 60 minutes. So, off I go to the doctor who orders me to the hospital to get a CT Scan and blood work. And, yup, you guessed it, everything came back clean, crisp, and normal. Not a speck of problems everywhere.

Well, almost everywhere. It seems that I misplaced or lost my left ovary. So, if anyone finds the darn thing, you can snail mail it back to me or bring it in personally, and yes, I’ll give you an award.

I understand that as you get older, those ovaries just hardened up into pathetic useless balls of glop. When they take CT scans, the technicians want to see the whole entire useless package of what was once an oasis in the middle of woman’s internal organs.

Mine has gone AWOL. So, be on the look-out. The last thing you want, guys, is to see that ovary marching toward you with a water pistol.

Being said, when your own body decides that one way or another it’s gonna get you, get you, get you, the only thing you can do is smile bravely and remember, “It’s a long road to Tipperary, It’s a long road I know!”

Brought to you by:

It’s a Long Way to Tipperary” is a British music hall song written by Jack Judge and co-credited to Henry James “Harry” Williams.[1] It was allegedly written for a 5-shilling bet in Stalybridge on 30 January 1912 and performed the next night at the local music hall. Now commonly called “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary”, the original printed music calls it “It’s a Long, Long Way to Tipperary.” It became popular among soldiers in the First World War and is remembered as a song of that war.

Welcoming signs in the referenced county of Tipperary, Ireland, humorously declare, “You’ve come a long long way…” in reference to the song.