Dream Catchers

What are these strange devices?

These odd, woven, feather decorated, items that hang from nails in a wall?

They say they catch the bad dreams and lets the good ones flow... But who can prove this? I guess no one can, but the idea that someone created this beautiful work of art is amazing. 

What if in a different demension, the dreams that the dream catchers catch are held and alive... 

Would that place be scary?? Like full of monsters, horrors, and other frightful things?

Or will it be filled with things we'd rather not think about whilst in our vacation escape that we call our dreams? Such as the bills, undone homework, or a love that isn't and will never work out?

Would it be a sorrowful place? Filled with the saddening memories of our lost loved ones? Are the dream catchers supposed to help us have better dreams?

Or are they really supposed to help us forget?

To help us forget everything that's burdening us, if only for a short while.

Does it give us that imaginary bliss of a perfect world?

Does it shelter us from evil?

Does it do anything at all?

Many people have their own opinions on this matter. Most think it's just spiritual mumbo-jumbo...

I think differently.

I think the natives knew something was going on with these magical little devices. I think they realized that it actually has these powers to help us.

That is why I actually own one; it hangs down from my ceiling fan, blowing in the constant wind. 

Does it protect me?

I'd like to think so. 

I, like many others, would love it I something could take away, even if it's only temporary, the badness of this world. The pain, the suffering, and allow only the bright happiness filter through like sun on a warm autumn day. 

I think we all deserve that moment of happiness, for we all go through so much.

Maybe this thing is the key...

The key to clarity.

To health.

To happiness....

Cat-Kids

Is it possible to force an animal to love you like its own parent? I know that for birds there is that whole "imprinting" thing, but what about animals like my own cat?

I have a cat named Roku. He is almost a year and a half old. He is a black and white farm cat I got for my birthday. I've known him since he was 2 weeks old.

To explain even further, ever since I was a child, I've wanted a pet of my very own. That means it has to love me the most and want to be around me. 

So when I first saw Roku, I knew it had to start ASAP. So I started handling him a lot and making him comfortable In my presence. Now, when I took him home a month later, I told my whole family, "only I can feed him, give him water, play with him, change his litter box, and I must be the first person he sees everyday and the last one he sees." 

My family thought I was crazy, but they obliged to my wishes. 

So, in addition to the 100% me time with him, I also mimicked the sounds his mom would make to him. 

Now Roku is older and he treats me like royalty. I'm his Favorite person in the household, he comes when I whistle/call his name, he loves my room, and he cuddles with only me.

Now, I know you would think that it is possible to force an animal to love you, but this is just one example. What if everything I did had no effect and he just likes me because he can? 

Maybe he likes me cause I was the nicest to him. I mean, you can't force an animal to love you of you're cruel to them. That's just not possible (and it's mean too!!). 

I don't know if what I did would work on other animals... I do notice that Roku adores my father. Is it because they're both males? Ya know... That odd male-bond-thing  that they all seem to have with eachother... It's weird. Roku still prefers me, but he will sometimes choose my father over me. And nothing I do can change his opinion! 

Maybe you can't force anything.

Maybe it's just the time spent and the memories made with the animal that really creates that bond. For love is true, especially when you both share an equal affection for eachother. 

(And in my case, Roku is my baby boy and I seem to be his mommy!)

Here is a nice picture of him sleeping on my bed while I write this blog entry.

His love is truley eternal. 

Cats.

They're awesome.

"Well, That's MY heaven"

Most of us have been asked throughout our years of life what we think heaven will be like. 

(Sorry for all y'all who don't believe In this.)

Most people tend to imagine the stereotypical "heaven"; pearly white, fluffy clouds with strips of golden sunlight streaming through, all of it guarded by magnificent golden fence.

But what if someone doesn't believe in that heaven? 

What if their vision is different?

For example, I have a friend who grew up catholic her whole life. Catholic school for 9 years, mass every week, the usual religious stuff. However, as she got older, she began to question her religion. Now she never goes to church, she has a sailors mouth, and never seems to pray (not at least from what I can see). One day I asked her that same heaven question. She replied with a very interesting answer:

"I don't think I want to believe in a afterlife where I'm trapped up in those god-forsaken clouds forever. I really wanna think that there is a whole new life waiting for me. I guess you could say my thoughts are sounding like reincarnation, and that's true I do believe in it; however, I wanna believe that when you die, you move to a whole new world. Maybe in one world, everyone is an animal! Or maybe magic exists as well as dragons and ALL of the mythical creatures!! Maybe in another we are able to bend the elements like that awesome TV show on Nick! Or that the world takes shape into one if your favorite books! That way, no matter what world you're in, you'll always have new experiences and memories. And if anyone says that's against the catholic religion I was born into, I'll just reply with, "Then that's my heaven.""

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Well said my friend. 

That last sentence really got me.

No matter what religion/beliefs you have your heart set on, we all seem to have "Our Own Heavens"

And to me, that is a very beautiful thing indeed.

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My ponderings are with you my brave little souls. 

Blogging

Who invented blogging?

Who so desperately needed to have their personal opinions heard that they created a whole new thing for it? 

Is there really even a point to it?

Why is it that us Homo sapiens need to, so desperately, express our opinions, even though we know others will think differently?? 

Does it fulfill that void inside of us that longs to be heard and understood?

Does is make us feel any smarter for thinking in a different way than everyone else?? 

Or do we simply use it to vent? For when people usually express their opinions, it is in a state of anger or irritation. Did the inventor of blogging just create it for the purpose of an online diary? 

Some of you may think that, "well, this doesn't pertain to all blogging subjects!" 

HA.

Well, my dear friends, I beg to differ. 

For example, if someone's blog is about vacation spots they've visited and loved/hated, there are going to be a select few who have been to those spots and have had the opposite experience. Most likely, they're going to voice that experience in the comments of said blog; probably in the manner of, "Oh, me and my husband went there on our honeymoon and had terrible service. Personally, I wouldn't recommend it."

Ya see that?? 

Did ya catch it??

That commentor used a special word! Can you guess what it is?

Well stop guessing. It was "personally". By them adding that simple word, they turned a harmless comment into a biased opinion of that place; thus, trying to make others think their exact same way. Their terrible experience probably made them pretty pissed. (I know I would be... "NO TIP FOR YOU YA LOUSY SERVICERS!!")

ANYWAY, It's true that they were probably saying that to warn people, but, They still posted that comment out of angry bias towards that poor and shameful resort. 

*sigh* 

We are an opinion-driven race... 

On a happier note, I noticed I haven't shown you any pictures of my cat Roku!! Well I plan on fixing that right now!!

BEHOLD.

THE CAT CALLED ROKU!!!

BOW AT HIS ADORABLENESS!!

Ain't he just the cutest darned thing you've ever done seen?? :D

Well enough fan-girling over him, for I have finished my point.

Blogs. 

Are.

Weird.

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Stay bloggin'!!!

How Far is "Too Far"?

Now, this isn't a very descriptive subject; nonetheless, I shall pursue it.
How far is "too far"? Well, that depends on what subject you're talking about. Talking about taking a trip? In that case if you pass your turn, you've gone too far.
But enough with that simple and easily explained example. What about us, the Homo Sapiens? How far is too far for our own souls to handle? That, I think, depends on our own life experiences. How have we been emotionally and physically hurt? If, for example, your parents were abusive, how far is too far when it comes to your tolerance? How will that make you act around other people? It might always seem that you're thinking, "I can't stand it anymore. One more fight and I swear I'm going to explode and leave this place forever!". Unfortunately, more fights come and you still tolerate them; just barely.
But where is that line drawn?
When will it be snapped?
What will happen?
One can only guess, but, for the sake of this blog, I shall try.
If that line is crossed, you will explode. I personally think that all of your emotion's will start pouring out of you all at once; the pain from all the fighting, the sadness of feeling unloved, the anger at your parents (and possibly friends), the loneliness that you have shrouded yourself in, and the confusion of "what do I do now?". All these things rush through you like a tidal wave from a blasted dam. You start drowning in all this, and as you fade to the calm blackness of the water, you realize how much you have been hurt, not only emotionally, but psychologically as well; And this scares you.
Is there any lasting damage from all of that? How will I turn out when I'm older?
You don't know. No one does.
During your trip in those white water rapids, you start saying and doing things that you'll probably regret later. However, life is full of bad choices, and your guilt will eventually fade in the end. And then life will go on. You'll wash up on a dry, sandy shore sometime later. However, you'll feel cleaner than you have ever felt. Maybe sometimes we all need to have our souls pushed "Too Far", just so we can cleanse ourselves and start a new.
How far is "Too Far"?
Far enough to take you somewhere new, and hopefully, better.
Blog on my friends...
Blog on.

Is "Sure" worse than "K"?

Sorry for not posting lately!! I couldn't find anything to post about!! However, when I asked my dear friend if they wanted to hang out, they replied with "Sure". Now, I don't know if it's just me, but whenever someone answers one of my questions with "Sure", it just pisses me off. Do you even WANT to hang out? Are you not excited? What's up?? Show some damned emotion! I'm not forcing you to do anything! A simple "yes" or "no" would suffice. 

I don't really know why "sure" pisses me off, but it's probably the same reason "K" pisses people off. You really can't explain it in words; but just that short, blunt answer offends us somehow. Weather it's the assumed lack of enthusiasm, it just the shortness that takes us aback. Sometimes when we get all excited to hang with a friend you hope that they share that same excitement!! However, maybe some is take that "k" or "sure" as a synonym for "I don't really care, but I guess I should do this" and that really offends us! But we cannot force others to be excited for what we are excited for! (If you could do that, I totally would. "Hey guys! Monkeys just became extinct!" "HOORAY!!") unfortunately, that power of the human mind does not exist yet. (YET.) For now, all I can do is express my severe annoyance at the terrible usage of "Sure".

Blog on my friends.

Blog on.

Subbed Teachers: Are They REALLY Needed?

Hello my fellow blog-ies! There has been a thought bothering me lately, and I need to express it! 

What is the point of substitute teachers if all they do is sit and do nothing?

Now, I know all subs are different and it also depends on what instructions the actual teacher leaves, however, most just tell you what to do once, then sit and leave you be. Why couldn't class just be cancelled? Do you honestly think the students are gonna stay focused the WHOLE TIME? we all know they won't. Most just goof off and do nothing! (Including yours truly!) if class was cancelled, it would give students a nice, and well earned, free period! Maybe they want to nap! Maybe they want to be outside! All I know is that it seems like almost a waste of a class if a teacher hires a very unproductive substitute teacher. I'm currently writing this post in a class with a unproductive substitute teacher as we speak! So I speak from experience! Now, another thing to ponder;

To those teachers who actually hire and leave a plan for a good substitute teacher, why?

You know that your beloved students will realize that since you're gone, they don't have to listen of behave. (We all know that isn't the case because the subs usually give feedback to said absent teacher about how all the classes went that day) However, that outcome of crazy students is inevitable. So why even bother? Just cancel class! Let them be the study hall teachers problem!! (Who knows! You, teacher, may not like said study hall teacher! IT'S REVENGE TIME!!! MUAHAHAHAH MAKE THEM TAKE YOUR TERRIBLE AND UNRULY CHILDREN!!) This may reflect badly on your job, so I may not recommend this idea (or "Ponder" I guess) but it IS something to think about!! 

Please enjoy this picture of a dragon I drew whilst in this Subbed class!! 

And until next time, keep pondering my friends!! 

In the Beginning, There was Me

Welcome to my blog! As the name suggests, it will be all about my ponderings and thoughts throughout the day. These thoughts can vary from ordinary to extraordinary. You may want to buckle yourself in because it's gonna get crazy in here!
I doubt you want to know anything about me, however, if you do, I will tell you.
I am a female who happily enjoys reading fiction, watching TV, and enjoying the outdoors. (especially if it's fall or winter!)
I have four cats, Charlie, Desmond, Lucy, and Roku! Roku is my favorite. He is a black and white farm cat that I got for my birthday last year. expect some pictures of him.
if any of my ponderings interest you, please comment your opinions!! I'd love to hear what my fellow homo sapiens think of my ponderings! I am not one to turn down an opinion!
honestly, I don't feel like saying anything more about myself... I feel as if this specific blog doesn't require the reader to know anything of the writer :)
Enjoy my thoughts!