Stupid, Boring, not funny Skee Ball movie

       I should have known since myself and a kid were the only two in this-movie? Although that's happened before, but only because of the time, I have seen very good movies with just myself and a child, happy that movies were shown early. This was an attempt at being funny-did not make it at all, only boring.
      So here I bought two tickets the day before so we wouldn't have to stand on a line. I bust out laughing as I say that. This is also the only movie/documentary that ever started on time and the poor usher,when I told him it was the worst thing I ever viewed, said to me, but the poster shows that it's the best movie ever made. Poor guy. People do lie.This is more of an ego thing in my opinion, and it makes sense that it came from where it came from-that town. For this guy to say never give up on your dreams is so way past whats been said every day by movies, celebrities, every day people, politicians and even by the medical profession.
     I went to see it because I do love skee ball, but it doesn't love me. To have to stand in a certain position if you have a bad back, is far from enjoyable. Yet I still liked to play sometimes-now that I saw this, it's just a reminder that I no longer want to play. I'll have nightmares.
     After all this, please do not waste a dime on this attempt at movie/documentary making. I could see it in a different light if high school kids made it...but for  a forty-five year old man? Where is his reality ? Was it just pride so he can tell family and friends that hey, I got into the movies, and if that was the goal, congratulations, but others should not be punished by seeing that experiment.

I looked into The Mirrow...a poem

I looked into The Mirror

 

I looked into the mirror

And there I saw your face

It was plain as day could be

I wasn’t in your place

I saw your face in my view

Filled with so much pain

Your heart was still inside of me

Your loss all in vain

I looked into my mirror

and saw you standing there

agony inside you

your child no longer here

Why are you I my mirror

Except to remind me so

The ache you feel inside of you

Won’t ever let you go.

 

N. Costa

 

A Mom's Final Good -Bye

     How does she do it? How will it go? What about the dad? Many people just think to support the mother, but what about the dad's ? Women are expected to fall apart because they carried their child but what about dad?  Then there are those in the background, such as extended family and friends. No one knows the enormous pain when it comes to the death of someone you love.
      Where are the right words and do you dare say them after such a loss of a child ? I can't even touch on the edge of what pain is when a parent loses their baby and by baby I mean the child, age doesn't matter.
     Gut wrenching cries can and will be heard. Dark clothes worn, swollen eyes and heads bowed and a hand, a hand holding a wrinkled tissue, knowing the day is ending and my child will be buried in the cold hard ground, never to be held again. Thanksgiving is almost here and her child won't be. Dad will silently cry to be strong for mom and brothers will cry but hold back, again to be strong for mom. They go home at the end of the day and cry for the lost sister, the last smiles, the jokes and the holidays.
    Unopened gifts for Christmas already bought... sit. Everything remains as if she is going to walk in the room. But she won't. She's gone. No more phone calls, Hi mom, I love you, so whattca doing? Where's dad? No more having tea together, just, no more. There will be thoughts of extending the funeral to keep her closer, longer.. yet we know we only have days left, to say good-bye.
    How does the heart ache mend ? It doesn't. It only changes over time. God ? I was told not to mention that God even has a purpose for this loss, so I won't. What purpose is there in losing a child ?
     

Joe Paterno-Why didn't they all do more? That Stain!

        We don't understand why Joe Paterno didn't do more and why all involved and yes I say as much as I don't like to say, involved because those who stand by and do little or not enough are involved. Like many I too loved Joe Paterno and what he stood for, as I did Penn State. This past week I'm not sure how I feel about him or the University. I do know yesterday when I put a shirt on, a Penn State shirt, suddenly I looked down with a feeling of being unsure. I said the hell with it. This is mine, paid for twice, once with my education and once at the Penn State store.
         It was an old short sleeve white with Blue lettering, filled with stains from years of wear. So I had two little kids visiting, finished dressing and went to my local market run by nice country people with those back country roads accents. As I picked up a pre-ordered roast, I heard a voice, looked to what he was doing as he asked to people behind the counter, does anyone want a piece of the paper, Penn State or the cartoons. I felt a shame and my face redden. Was that remark meant for me because I had that shirt on or was I being paranoid?
          Either way, the boys and I went home, put the roast away, sat and talked about what we were going to do when we went out for he day. Just as we were about to leave I said hold on guys, I have to change. I went in my room and grabbed any old top. When I came out the little guy asked, as he knew how much I loved Penn State, hey where's your Penn State shirt? With simple and plain honesty a little kid could understand I said, it filled with stains. I knew he thought I meant the spotted drips of time, but I didn't.
           Yesterday we went out, basketball, hiking, a playground, the library, and art museum and eating out of course and I talked to them more in depth about that stranger danger stuff. They said they knew it all, and I try to teach any kids who I may work with about this. I asked, what if you were in the bathroom at the movies and some man comes up and touches you? One said, I don't know. He's ten. The other at twelve said, I'll yell at him, you're not my father or mother. So was he telling me something else in that statement I have to report-indeed I will. I will write in into notes, and report it to about and at least four people. Or was he simply telling me It's only in appropriate if anyone other than a parent touches you anywhere, as in washing a kids face etc?
             I knew then both of these boys after talking to them have been very sheltered from and with words like molestation. Since they are visiting I felt at first it isn't my place to teach them, then I said the hell with it and told them. I educated them on these things this weekend that I'm sure some grown-ups will not like as these kids have been very spiritually educated and in that, have also been verbally protected and don't know how many predators are really out to harm such innocence.
      Today we are going out into crowds and I will be close, but what happens when they go to the bathroom. I am giving them whistles and have told them to yell fire and yell don't touch me like that, as loud as you can, and keep on yelling. Yes you may think if a kid yells fire it gives an opportunity for kidnapping-true-but hopefully while others are running out, I will be running in to grab two sets of hands.
     As far as Joe Paterno and the other's involved in it, brings me to the old adage, if you're not with me, you're against me. That stain doesn't wash away so easily. How long do you think it stays within the victims?