I feel.

Sometimes it's easier to say it with music. I'm not good at explaining how I feel to others. I fear repercussion, or somehow that I will be manipulated. I tend to shut down, and slap on that happy face for everyone to see.

It's easier for people to deal with. If you entered a room and saw a group of happy people at one table, and a mopey or indifferent person at another who would you want to sit with? Sure you can say the mopey one and claim to be that 1% of the general public that would actually do the right thing, but let's be honest here. Everyone initially heads for the happy table. It's easier. Your conscience is what might guide you to the lonely person.

Anyway, it's always nice to pay attention to those around you. Someone might need help, and just won't ask.

Caution: The following contains strong language, and profanity. Do not view if this bothers you.



Until next time.

Lyn

Calling Angels.

I had this speech about how we are being punished for what we have done to Mother Earth and we are to suffer the consequences but, I don't want to lecture. Enjoy.



Sweet dreams.

Lyn

PS. I will not give up.

Our time for Angels.

If you are not saddened by the events of the past year, month, or day you may want to check your pulse. We have been plagued with disaster after disaster in an alarming rate. Well at least to this one little human.

All the petty things that we worry about on a daily basis become small. So minuscule you wonder if you worried excessively..I worry.

In my times of worry , or sadness I think of Angels. I have been a fond believer in Angels for many years. If you play a sport think of the Angel as a Coach. If you like Arts, think of the Angels as Mentors. Even if you like machinery, I'll say cars for this purpose, you have an Angel.

Please everyone. Start the chain of hope. Think of your Angel.



Yeah. I did sound like a commercial, but nope. I did not get paid anything for this. I just believe!

Lyn

Just because.

Today seemed like a good day to share. Not that yesterday or tomorrow are any different. I just wanted to tell everyone that it's going to be OK. It's up to you how to interpret it.

I am a glass half-full kinda gal so I of course will find all the positive that derives from that statement. Pretty much...I make my own happy.

Today is your day to make your "HAPPY".

When you feel that simmering of impatience surfacing, step back, breathe deep, and if need be walk away. Come back, and smile wide.

If that doesn't work try reading THE BOOK OF AWESOME. It is a gooey book of feel good posts from Neil Pasricha. His blog can be found at 1000awesomethings.com.

No I was not asked to promote him in any way, shape, or form.

He does make me smile though.

The video is for my girl Cindi Lauper. If you do not follow the news Ms. Lauper calmed a crowd down in an airport after delays made some people a wee bit bitter. Cindi Lauper you never fail to come through "Time after time."

Spring Cleaning

Ah....I love the smell of rain. Cleansing all the crap thats been steeping. Be gone filthy snow. Leave this place, and come not again till next year. :)

Yeah I'm back. I have been out having fun. Building multi-colored igloos. Making the yard look like Candyland with Mom and the Zman. Hanging out with my niece Ms.V, and letting the nephews run wild with their cousin. Man life is good.

So I thought I'd pick up my pen again, and start to write. I just want to have a little fun, be creative, and forget about boundaries or normalcy. I'm just gonna let it flow, let it rip, and do what comes naturally.

See ya!

Lyn

Veteran's Day.

Thank you to everyone who has served our great country, and to those that are still active. I'd also like to give a shout out to all the women from Honor Flight W001 USAF 1990. I miss you guys. Tanya I miss you most. What are the odds of bunking in boot, and then rooming in Tech? That's right...very slim. We had a lot of fun huh? No worries though. We shall meet again sooner or later.

This video is from Postsecret.com .  I love my books and my weird and/or un-ordinary things


We can never say thank you enough.

Lyn

Revisiting "Send in the Clowns 2009"

~~~Update 10/2/2010~~ I am not a fan of clowns. I loathe them. Of course they have never done anything to me physically, but mentally they messed me up. I try to like them, I really do, but again and again they haunt my dreams. Grrrrrr!!! I hate Poltergiest!




Oh boy. Lyn is at it again. Posting stuff that makes no sense except inside her twisted mind.

Screeeeech! Hold on a second I have to drop Jenny off. Thank you for plugging the clown idea in my head. Brrrr.

"Clowns" won the starter spot on my investigation into freaks & frights and things that go bump in the night. My investigation is not to be taken seriously. This is purely for my own amusement and hopefully yours.

When you think of clowns what is the first image to pop into your head? Is it an image or a feeling? Do you get mushy and remember going to the circus with mom & dad? Or is it more like a irrational fear to run as far as you can from the man/woman in face paint? What clown popped into your head when you started reading this?

Coulrophobia is an abnormal or exaggerated fear of clowns.

I've had a hard time thinking that clowns are anything but EVIL. OK. So it is my point of view. Maybe you like the freaky haired, overly face painted works of wonder. Me? Nope! Yes I do realize that there are "nice" clowns out there trying to make a living. Good for them. I promise not to be mean should I run into one.

I am not going to sit here and tell you how messed up my little (10 yr. old?) head became when the clown attacked the boy in "Poltergiest", or how I love Stephen King but hate "IT". Don't even get me started on the whole Ronald Mc D thing. Yikes.

I scrounged around for amusing clown sites and hit a few. This one is from Bizarre.com. I'll let the following speak for itself.

It’s official: Children hate clowns. A recent study that quizzed 250 children in a pediatric hospital ward found thatall 250 of them were afraid of the various clown imagery that decorated the wing. As though terminal illness wasn’t enough. Penny Curtis, a professor who worked on the study, is quoted as saying “We found that clowns are universally disliked by children. Some found them quite frightening and unknowable.”

So what is it about clowns that is so terrifying? We decided to find out. Hence, we’d like to present Best Week Ever’s Top 10 Things That Make Clowns Scary.

10. Big Feet. You know what they say about men with big feet? They have big tendencies to got you in the face while you sleep. They also have gigantic snow white p****es. Gigantic snow white p****es Think about it.

9. All Movies Written About Killer Clowns are Probably Based on True Stories. In all seriousness, there was probably at one time or another a h***in-addicted clown named Shakes who was also, strangely, Bob Goldthwait. And what else happens in Derry, Maine if not for a child-killing clown named It? But perhaps no movie was more scarring to the reputation of clowns than the 1988 classic Killer Klowns from Outer Space, a likely true story about puke-inducing alien clowns with pointy teeth and evil eyes who trap their victims in cotton candy cocoons. If ever a movie scarred my small, child brain at the age of 7, it was KK from OS.

8. Grown Men with Freckles Painted on Their Face is Inherently Terrifying. Enough said.

7. Most Clowns Are Alcoholics and Urinate Everywhere. Tell-tale sign number one that most to all clowns are alkies? They have humongous flame red bulbous noses. Tell-tale sign number two that most clowns are probably hitting the sauce with a green-gloved fist? Wouldn’t you bathe in apple-tinis if your entire life was based around living a paint-faced lie? And as far as urinating everywhere is concerned, I’m pretty sure circuses don’t have working toilets for a reason. Luckily, because clowns sh*t cotton candy, going number 2 behind a Chevy Pick-up is never really much of a problem.

6. Hyuk Hyuk Laughter. Who the f**k laughs like that? Seriously, have you ever heard a normal, mentally sane person emit a laugh that sounds like their starting the engine of a Model T car? No, really, other than Goofy – who is a 6 foot tall animated Disney Dog who wears pants — I’m pretty sure no human being “Hyuk Hyuk”’s their way through an episode of Seinfeld, you read me?

5. They Wear Onesies. What sort of baby infantile diaper-fetish craziness is that all about?

4. Clowns Molest People. If you weren’t aware that clowns molest people, do yourself a favor and add the creepumentary Capturing the Friedmans to you Netflix queue.

3. They Can’t Afford More Than 1 Car. Judging by the clowns mode of transportation — a Volkswagen Bug or Serbian-style two-seater that magically fits the driver and 8,000 of his rainbow-colored pals — it appears that clowns don’t actually earn a real living. They can’t even afford the kind of car homeless drive! Meaning that clowns, for whatever reason, choose to do the devil’s work for pittance. Pittance! Which might go to explain why clowns eat their dinner directly out of the can of baked beans instead of a bowl, and why they sometimes use their hands instead of the classier “wooden spoon”.

2. That Red Paint Around Their Lips? The blood of the elderly. That, or fire-engine red lipstick. Either way, creepskies!

1. John Wayne Gacy, or Clowns Will gotYou and Bury You Under Their House. Killer Klowns from Outer Space aside, John Wayne Gacy is, gigantic inflatable hands down, the scariest thing to ever happen within the clown community. Gacy m****d 33 teenagers in his town and buried 31 of those bodies under his house. And, according to Gacy’s wiki page (Warning: Do not read after 5 PM), “He said he used his clown act as an alter ego, once sardonically saying that ‘A clown can get away with murder.’” (throat clear) A CLOWN CAN GET AWAY WITH MURDER!!!

Honorable Mention: Insane Clown Posse. Terrifying, no doubt. But ever since The Arsenio Hall Show, we just can’t take the word “posse” seriously anymore.

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Happy. Sad. I should be fun.
I make the bravest of them run.
I look into your eyes to find
the weakest link into your mind.
I paint my face to smile or frown.
Beware of me I am a clown.

Lyn Hernandez

Ironically I found this clown on a hunt for "Happy" clowns!!!!! Pisser...:)

Sweet dreams.

Lyn