This holiday season, when so many people get hit with the "holiday blues," I will actively alter my state of mind. Reality is perception, and I believe we can consciously alter our perception. Some call it the power of the mind. I don't know about all that but here are a few things that will and will not happen to me this holiday season: 1) I refuse to become depressed. If I feel the evil of the blues sneaking upon me, I will trounce upon it. I will combat abjection with whatever arsenal I...

Why are so many things offending and annoying me today? Either everybody I come into contact with is depressed or angry, or I am viewing the world through depressed and angry glasses. Most of the articles I have read on JU today appear angry or sad or depressed or "doomsdayish." I say "appear" because I am still not sure it was the articles themselves, but maybe my state of mind when I read them. I feel persecuted too. Well, maybe persecuted is a bit strong. What makes people "different...

I think I have experienced my first ever blacklist. I am not sure, since I have never experienced one before. I went to read someone's article (someone I usually enjoy reading). I was reading the comments and was about to post. Then I realized that there was no link for me to comment. Then no link on any other article to comment either. Does this mean I am blacklisted? If so, I have no idea why I would be. I don't remember any confrontation with this person. We do have different political ...

Call me crazy, but I used to think women who watched soaps were sad little housewives who sat at home lonely eating bon-bons. I never wanted to grow up and be one of those middle aged ladies who called their friends to gossip about fictional characters sleeping with each other, dying and then coming back to life, and long lost identical twins. I thought soaps were pointless and for people who didn't have a life. Oh judge not, lest you be judged! I must confess...I am addicted to reali...

One of the greatest things about growing older (maybe the only thing) is the ability to know yourself. It seems my whole life until recently, I strived to find that "thing" that defined me. Usually, who I was depended on what I did. During my adolescents and teenage years, I would introduce myself to people this way: Hi, my name is Heather. I am a professional dancer. (not the adult entertainment kind) During my early to mid-20's, it sounded more like this: Hi, I am Joshua's moth...

Please for the sake of decent people everywhere, mark your articles as ADULT CONTENT if they are R or X-rated! Please refrain from using offensive and derogatory remarks as your title for all to see. You know who you are.... THANK YOU!!!

Call me crazy, but I think size does matter....especially for computer monitors. My 19" monitor died yesterday. It had been on its last leg for some time now. I whined and complained to my husband to get me a new one, but as long as I could still sorta read the blurring text and the power stayed on (even if it never turned off), I was content. But Monday night, the thing actually powered off. I went to bed with glorious hopes that whatever virus ailed my monitor had miraculously been healed a...

BLEEEEPPPP!!!! We interrupt these blogs to bring you this important reminder..... Deadzombie has not been feeling well . He cannot be held accountable for anything he has or will say today. Even his wife has forgiven him. We now return you to your regularly scheduled and unscheduled blogs.