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Reminiscing Sad Songs – Going Down Memory Lane

There are times when everybody has memories of when they were growing up. For some reason, I am having them now. I am remembering many things from my “growing – up” years. One of the things I am remembering in particular are sad songs. Some of them are dealing with death, and some are dealing with broken hearts. I am listing a few of them below. Some may bring memories back to you too. There are YouTube links to some of them, and just copies of the lyrics for the others. I went to google to get them.

One of the songs that has been on my mind a lot lately is “Patches”, about a girl that lived in the poor part of town and a rich guy that loved her and wanted to marry her.  The YouTube is below.



Another sad song is by Bobby Goldsboro:   “Honey” – URL below:


Some others are by Anne Murray – The Tennessee Waltz


You Needed Me


Another one I  used to sing to a lot was Billy Don’t Be A Hero. The URL is below


I always liked Funny Face by Donna Fargo.


The Green Beret is another one from the past.


Where have all the flowers gone?


Tie A Yellow Ribbon.



The World Beyond – by Bobby Goldsboro.

The World Beyond by Bobby Goldsboro

I dreamed that I was living in the world beyond
That I was born after they dropped the bomb
I dreamed that I was sitting on my fathers knee
And he told me of the world that used to be

Tell me again how it used to be
Did grass really grow?
And what was a tree?
Did rain really fall from the sky?
What a shame that it all had to die
Tell me about the automobile
How did it run?
And what was a wheel?
Could children stand up all alone?
I think that your putting me on

I dreamed that I was sitting on my fathers knee
And he told me of the world that used to be

Tell me again
How it used to be
Did birds really fly?
And what was TV?
Did concrete cover the land?
And what was a Rock & Roll band?
Tell me again
What kids used to do
What was a doll?
And what was a shoe?
Did children look different from me?
That must have been something to see

I dreamed that I was living in the world beyond
That I was born after they dropped the bomb
I dreamed that I was sitting on my fathers knee
And he told me of the world that used to be

Tell me again
Bout sunshine and rain
What was a boat?
And what was a train?
Were people as lonely as me?
And did they live in caves such as we?


The Autumn Of My Life by Bobby Goldsboro


Daddy Don’t You Walk So Fast by Wayne Newton


The love between the two of us was dying
And it got so bad I knew I had to leave
But halfway down that highway when I turned around I saw
My little daughter running after me

Daddy, don’t you walk so fast
Daddy, don’t you walk so fast
Daddy, slow down some ’cause you’re makin’ me run
Daddy, don’t you walk so fast

Now, it broke my heart to tell my little daughter
That her daddy had to run to catch a train
She had no way of knowin’ I was leavin’ home for good
I turned around and there she was again
As she said to me

Daddy, don’t you walk so fast
My daughter cried, daddy, don’t you walk so fast
Daddy, slow down some ’cause you’re makin’ me run
Daddy, don’t you walk so fast

If only for the sake of my sweet daughter
I just had to turn back home right there and then
And try to start a new life with the mother of my child
I couldn’t bear to hear those words again
She cried and said


Our D I V O R C E  Becomes Final Today by Tammy Waynette


Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don’t want him to understand
Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E
But the words we’re hiding from him now
Tears the heart right out of me.
Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
Me and little J-O-E will be goin’ away
I love you both and it will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.
Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas
Or his fifth birthday
And he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurtin’ words
And turn

I Just Got Groomed Today

A friend of mine recently had her dog groomed. I am writing this little story as if the dog was doing it on the day she was groomed and just got home.

My Mommy had me groomed today, and wow do I feel good and look very pretty. I have a bow in my hair. How I know it’s a bow is because everybody says bow and then touches it. It really feels funny when they touch it though.  Getting groomed must be a big deal. Since I have never been groomed before, I don’t really know. You see, I’m still a puppy and Mommy wanted to wait for me to get bigger. I’m bigger now, so today was the day.

My day started out with me being put in a dog kennel and being carried, by Mommy and her friend, to the place where you get groomed. It was fun riding in the kennel, but I got a little scared when they just left me in the kennel and then left the place and left me by myself. But I didn’t stay scared for very long because everybody was so nice to me. The bath felt so good, just like when Mommy does it. But they even used some stuff that smelled so good. That’s how I know it was special to go to this place.

After they gave me a bath they took me to a table where they put this thing around my neck so I wouldn’t jump off of the table. It scared me a little bit because I have never been tied up before. But it was OK after just a little while. They brushed me really good and it felt soooo good. Next they started clipping my hair, fur, I don’t have hair. Mommy had clipped me some, but they clipped me even more.

The next thing that happened was sort of scary too. There were a lot of scary things that happened, but they all turned out to be good, so I tried not to be too scared. Well, next they turned on this thing that makes a lot of noise and blows out warm air at the same time. It was the noise that was scary, but the warm air sure did feel good. And they were brushing me the whole time that awful noise was going on. So I just paid attention to the nice warm air and not that awful noise.

When they were finished, they put me back in the dog kennel. I was so tired from everything that had happened and being scared. Being scared makes you tired, and I fell asleep.

After a while I was taken back home. The really big deal started after I got home. Everybody wanted to see my haircut. I sure did like everybody wanting to hold me and pet me saying how soft I was and how nice I smelled.

When the people had finished holding me and petting me, Mommy took me to another friend’s house to have some pictures taken to show off my bow. And Mommy knew I wanted to explore this new place. See how surprised Mommy is when I started wiggling to get down.


But Mommy wouldn’t let me down and started hugging me to calm me down, see her smiling. She thought she could hold me. But I was determined to get down and explore.

  Mommy thinks she’s got me, but just you wait and see.

     I try to run for the hills. Just one problem, there aren’t any hill in this house. I keep trying though, in all sorts of directions.

See me, I’m moving so fast to get down that I’m just a blur, looking for a way to get down to explore.


Aahh, I think I’ve found one. Have to  move fast. Uht oh, Mommy got me.


Will you look at this, Mommy is trying to bribe me with a treat, to stay on the bed. Darn it’s working.


OK, let me try my howling maneuver. Shucks, she’s too slick with the treats.

           Darn those treats, I just can’t resit them.


May I please get down Mommy?

           Guess I’ll pretend to do what Mommy wants me to do. But if I move a lot and make the pictures blurry maybe she’ll let me go


Oh no, she’s got me with a strong grip. I might not be able to get away for a little while. You see her holding me under my belly. No fair Mommy.

     Not having any luck getting away.


   Maybe if I act nonchalant she’ll let me go.

Please Mommy, let me down to explore this new house. Oh well, the idea was a good one

      How do you like my smile for the picture so Mommy could show off the bow in my hair, uh fur, I don’t have hair, I have fur. Sorry.

Well, I guess that’s the end of my story about getting groomed today. It was scary and fun at the same time, but in the end it felt real good. Everybody likes my new look.

Tell Loved Ones How You Feel

Life is short. Don’t let it sneak up on you and and you be regretting that you didn’t tell a loved one how you felt about them.  After they have died, or when you are on your own death bed, it is too late then to let your family know how you feel or felt about them.

There are many people that are too shy and/or feel silly telling a loved one how they feel. When they are confronted, they usually say, “I don’t have to tell them, they know by how I treat them.” This may be true, but people are human and therefore like being told, every once in a while at least, that they are loved and appreciated.

Many times the silence is because of an argument or disagreement. The individual loved ones are so angry with each other, they don’t even want to see each other, let alone tell the other one they are loved.  Many a family has been split apart by just such an argument or perceived injustice.  After all, the last thing you want to say or hear from someone is that you are loved  right after you were told where to go and how to get there.

It’s normal to have disagreements and to argue about things. Some arguments start over the smallest little thing and end up just short of a family feud, with everybody taking sides and continuing to call each other names and telling each other just where to go. The worst part is that it may have started because someone had a bad day at work, at school, or even at home. I have even heard of instances where one of the people got so upset and angry with the other one that they killed the other one. When the survivor came to their senses, they felt so guilty and full of remorse that they took their own life. Granted, this was taking it to the maximum extreme, but never the less it has happened, in real life, and not just on TV.

I try to live by my own advice, and to be a good example. I fail a lot, but then I succeed a lot too. There are some people in my family that tell me that I tell others, both family members and friends, that I love them too often. I am told that I don’t have to say it every time I see the other person, or text the other person, call the other person, or make a comment on their Facebook. I disagree. I have a lot of medical problems, as many, if not most, of my long time readers know. I was told many years ago that I would be dead by the time I was 59.  Well, I am now in my mid sixties and still kicking, but I know that I am on borrowed time. That being the case, each time I have contact with a family member or friend, It could be my last, so I let them know that I love them.

Now I know that there are going to be many readers that will say, “Nobody knows when their last day is going to be, they could die of a heart attack, or be in an accident and get killed. This is very true. But it stands to reason that a person with numerous medical problems has a much greater chance of dying than someone that is, as the saying goes, “healthy as an ox”.

Don’t take me wrong, I know that arguments are going to happen. No two people can live together, or be close friends for that matter, without having the occasional misunderstanding, disagreement, argument, or whatever you want to call it. I am just trying to impress on you how important it is to let your loved ones know just how you feel.

All I am asking is that you stop and think about some of your past arguments with family or friends. Is it really worth it to carry the hurt for years and never have anymore good times together? I don’t think so. But here we all have to give in some. No one person is always right, and by the same token, no one person is always wrong either. We all need to try to have that “unconditional love” for each other.

If you have had an argument with a family member or a friend, be the bigger person and be the first to apologize. Even if the other person doesn’t accept your apology, give it anyway. At least you will know that you tried.

The definition of “unconditional love” is;

Unconditional love is known as affection without any limitations or love without conditions. This term is sometimes associated with other terms such as true altruism or complete love. … It is a concept comparable to true love, a term which is more frequently used to describe love between lovers.


Try To Stay Positive And Upbeat

In any circumstance, try to stay positive and upbeat. This can be accomplished in various ways.

Some words have a positive connotation, some have a negative connotation, and some have a neutral connotation. The definition of a connotative word is;

When you look up a word in the dictionary, you will find its literal (denotative) meaning. However, the emotions and associations connected to a word is known as its connotative meaning. Depending on our experiences, certain words have a positive, negative, or neutral connotation.

Examples of Connotative Words

One way is by trying not to use negative words or statements with negative connotations in them or to them. The definition below is of a negative connotation, however, it also has a link for the difference between negative and positive connotation.

Negative connotation is when the word implies something negative or is informal. For example, the word chick is not only informal, but sometimes implies negativity to other girls. Now, we need to know what Positive Connotation is. Positive Connotation implies Positivity or.Jan 7, 2013

The Difference Between Negative Connotation and Positive … – Prezi…/the-difference-between-negative-connotation-and-positive-connotati…
I felt that it was necessary to look up the definition of negative and positive connotation, that way there is a reference to fall back on in case there is some confusion about it.
When I became a teenager, my Mother told me to always try to make anybody I had any contact with feel better by having had an encounter with me. I guess it was her way of saying to “brighten the corner where you are”. That was a very hard thing for me to do, as I was sad most of my growing up years. I was backwards and didn’t really have very good interaction skills with other people. That happens when you are being abused a lot.
My life sort of turned around when I got married and moved to another state. However, after my first husband left me for a truck stop waitress, my world started to crumble.
I met someone else at church and we got married soon after that. My life was beautiful. I looked forward to coming home everyday to be with my husband. but that too changed just two years after we were married. He lost his job and had to go to another town to get work. Then he started back to school to get his engineering degree. Somewhere along the line he changed his major to psychology. It was then that my past came flooding back. Long story short, he left and moved to another state to continue his education and get his degree is psychology.
I poured myself into my work at my full time job and also got a part-time job. Things were going good for me until I became disabled. While I was visiting my family back home in March of 1990, I came down with asthma, bronchitis, and mico-plasm pneumonia (the worst kind for scaring your lungs). I had to stay an extra two weeks because the doctors would not let me fly back to my own home. Once I got back to my own home, I was being rushed to the hospital every 7 to 10 days with asthma attacks so bad that I couldn’t breathe. You can’t keep a job when you are having to be rushed to the hospital so much. On June 9, 1990, I lost both my full time job that I had had for 16 years, and my part time job that I had had for 5 years. The next year I had to file for bankruptcy.
I was put on numerous medications to control all of my symptoms and new diseases. one of the medications that the doctors put me on for the inflammation in my lungs was Prednisone. After I went on that one, I gained 100 pounds in 6 months. It took the doctors 3 years to come up with the perfect combination of medications to control my condition. In the meantime I had had to start using oxygen.
After three years of being sick, I was feeling well enough to start to school to train for another job. So at 41 years old, in May of 1993, I started going to Lexington Community College, pulling oxygen tanks behind me. The day before I started classes, I found out that I had become diabetic. Unknown to me, one of the really bad adverse side effects of Prednisone was that it could cause you to become diabetic. I was still having to be rushed to the hospital with asthma attacks, but no where near as often as before.
I was planning on being a Respiratory Therapist. Most of my classes were medical in nature that being the case. It came time to declare my major, and so I did. There were 300 students that tried to get into the program. I was number 3 to be accepted. Needless to say I was very happy. My happiness was to be short lived. In January, I ended up in a wheelchair. You can’t do Respiratory Care from a wheelchair. So in tears, I had to go tell them that I had to decide on a different major. The major I had to pick had to be one that could be done in a wheelchair. I chose computer programming.
Long story short, it took me 6 and 1/2 years to finish a 2 year program. With all of my medical problems and doctors appointments and therapy appointments, I was only able to attend half time. During the time I was there, I had to have 13 surgeries. But through it all, I persevered. I finished in December of 1999, with honors, and went through the graduation ceremonies in May of 2000. I had had to be rushed from work  to the hospital earlier in the day, but returned to work after being discharged from the ER. I told them at work that there was no way that I was going to miss my graduation ceremony. I attended my graduation ceremonies and ended up in a wall of smoke just outside the building as i was going to go home. The ambulance had to take me from my vehicle to the hospital for a second time that day. I was back at work the next day.
I had started working in March of 2000. It had taken me a little over 2 months, after finishing school, to find a job. The following is a picture of me at my desk at work:
As you can see I had to wear a face mask so I wouldn’t catch anything from anybody else. My immune system was so low due to all of my medical conditions and medications. I had wrist braces, a back brace, leg braces, and had to use a scooter to get around. But I still went to work. I had to get up at 4:30 every morning, to be able to do everything that I had to do to get ready to go to work, and be there by 7:00. i went to bed at 8:30 every night.
My time at work was marked with many medical issues as well. I had 11 surgeries while I was working. In November of 2004, I was getting ready to sit down at my desk, after returning from yet another surgery. My supervisor informed me not to sit down, and went on to tell me that I no longer worked there. She told me that they needed me to be there and not out having to have surgeries all the time.
 I have been on total disability ever since then. I still have to have surgeries and have many medical problems, but I try to find things to laugh at about my situation. Many people get upset with me for laughing at such serious issues. I just tell them that if I couldn’t laugh, I couldn’t make it with all the things that I have wrong with me. In other words, I try to stay upbeat as much as possible. granted, I don’t make it all the time, but I never stop trying.
I have made it for 17 years with an artificial bladder. Of the people had the same surgery as I did at the same time as I had mine, most of them died within the first three years. Only a handful made it for five years. I am the only person still surviving that had it back in 2000. I am waiting for the next surgery on my bladder as we speak. i have to get down to 200 pounds. At my current weight of 226.6 pounds, I have a 60% chance of surviving the surgery. At 200 pounds, my survival rate goes up to 80%. Granted 80% isn’t all that great, and i would much rather have a 95% chance of surviving, but 80% is better that 60% any day of the week.
What I am trying to point out with this whole big post is that you have to stay positive as much as possible. I know that it is not humanly possible to be positive all the time, but it is humanly possible to be positive at some time everyday!!!! PERIOD!!!

Because I Made A Promise

When I saw this on Facebook and read it I knew I had to share it.

Dayna Mager and Luella 3-31-16

Dayna Mager

This was from several weeks back, yes, I climbed in the crib in hopes to soothe my screaming, teething, blushed faced, and tear soaked little girl. My husband came home to this, and I am re-posting because this captures the essence of my heart, and my “why…” There I was in the heat of this exhausting, beautiful thing we call parenthood, and I remembered a promise I made to her.

One of the first times Matt and I left Luella, was to a worship concert. At that conference, a missionary shared his story, and it shook me to the core. A moment that would forever be burned in my fragile, hormone raging, new mommy heart that had already become 100xs more fragile after meeting her.

That missionary was in an orphanage in Uganda, and he has been in many before, but this one was different. He walked into a nursery with over 100 filled cribs with babes. He listened in amazement and wonder as the only sound he could hear was silence. A sound that is beyond rare in ANY nursery, let alone a nursery where over 100 new babes laid. He turned to his host and asked her why the nursery was silent. Then , her response to him is something I will never, ever forget. EVER. This was my “why” moment.

She looked at him and said, “After about a week of them being here, and crying out for countless hours, they eventually stop when they realize no one is coming for them…”

…They stop crying when they realize no one is coming for them. Not in 10 minutes, not in 4 hours, and maybe, perhaps, not ever…


I broke. I literally could have picked up pieces of my heart scattered about the auditorium floor. But instead, it stirred in me a longing, a hunger.. A promise in my spirit.

We came home, and that night as Luella rested her tiny little 10lb body against mine and we rocked, I made a promise to her. A promise that I would always come to her.


At 2:00am when pitiful desperate squeals come through a baby monitor, I will come to her.

Her first hurt, her first heartbreak, we will come to her. We will be there to hold her, to let her feel, to make decisions on her own, and we will be there. We will show her through our tears and frustrations at times, that it is okay to cry, and it’s ok to feel. That we will always be a safe place, and we will always come to her.

‪#‎luellamaepressplay‬ ‪#‎magerspresspause‬

What Would You Think If You Saw A Moose In Your Backyard?

“What is that moose doing in my backyard?” That’s probably what the lady that did the video below was asking herself. The video is amazing. You will be surprised when you see what the reason was for the moose being in the backyard.


Now wasn’t it worth it to watch the video? Not many people get to see what you just saw, and hear the moment by moment narration.

The Girl Who Paints Heaven

The story about The Girl Who Paints Heaven is a very amazing story. Her name is Akiane Kramarik. Today is the first time that I have read anything about it. The video I watched was of her on the Katie show.

She is now 18, but has seen visions of Heaven, and started hearing Heavenly voices, since she was only four years old. The most amazing part to me is that both of her parents are self claimed atheists or agnostics, according to her Father Mark Kramarik. Also amazing is the fact that she had never even been told about God, Heaven, Jesus, or the Angels.

According to the video that I saw, some of her paintings are worth more that $1,000,000. She first started painting when she was 6 years old, but has been drawing since she was four. Her parents home schooled her. She would get up at 4:30 AM, and start painting at 5:00 AM , every morning, Monday thru Saturday, and do the art for about three hours. Her talent is awesome, considering that she is self taught on her painting abilities.

To date, she has done around 200 paintings.

I hope that you find this to be as awesome as I have.

7 Surprising Facts About The Life Of Shirley Temple (Black)

7 Surprising Facts About The Life Of Shirley Temple (Black)

Shirley Temple was a star from an early age. But there is more to her than you might know. Her life included a lot more than just being the namesake for a famous “mocktail” and her performances inBright Eyes, Wee Willie Winkie, and Fort Apache. The deeper one looks into her biography, the more fascinating she becomes.

These 7 surprising facts about Shirley Temple will remind you why she still is America’s favorite redhead.

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Shirley Temple joined a dance studio when she was only three years old. Whilst at her studio in LA, two film producers discovered her and saw her potential. They were filming a series of single-reel parody films that used child actors in the place of adults. She would be paid $10 each day and the series would be called “Baby Burlesks.” This where her career began.


The Great Depression lasted through much of the early phase of Temple’s career. President Franklin D. Roosevelt publicly noted Temple’s moral boosting abilities, calling her “Little Miss Miracle.” FDR even went so far as to say the following:

“As long as our country has Shirley Temple, we will be all right… When the spirit of the people is lower than at any other time during this Depression, it is a splendid thing that for just 15 cents, an American can go to a movie and look at the smiling face of a baby and forget his troubles.”

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5. 43 BEFORE 13

By the time she was 12, Shirley Temple had already been in 43 films. Before becoming a teenager, she had done about four films a year. That’s absurd by today’s standards, especially at such a young age. It’s important to remember that films took much less time to produce in the 30s than they do now.


Before becoming an adult, Shirley Temple made over $3 million from acting. This may not seem like very much when considering the salaries of today’s child actors. But that is the equivalent of over $50 million if you adjust the number for inflation.


Shirley Temple was married twice in her life. Her first marriage was to John Agar Jr. in 1945. He was a fellow actor, but the astonishing thing is that he was 24 years old at the time; Temple was only 17!

They had a child together but their marriage ended a mere four years later.


After retiring from motion pictures at an early age, Shirley Temple Black (she adopted the surname of her second husband) became a U.S. Ambassador. Her career with the government included:

  • 1969–1970: U.S. delegate to the U.N. General Assembly
  • 1974: Ambassador to Ghana
  • 1976-1977: Chief of Protocol for the U.S.
  • 1988: Honorary U.S. Foreign Service officer
  • 1989-1992: Ambassador to Czechoslovakia

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In 1972, Shirley Temple Black called a press conference from her hospital bed. This was a time when celebrities generally didn’t talk about their health issues. Temple Black was recuperating from a mastectomy to remove a cancerous lump from her left breast. In her announcement to the public, she said:

“The only reason I am telling you this is to convince other women to watch for any lump or unusual symptom. There is almost certain cure for this cancer if it is caught early enough.”

Shirley Temple Black is often credited as a pioneer for breast cancer awareness because of her tenacity towards the issue. She gave a voice to women around the world who were dealing with what was, at the time, considered to be a private issue.

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Treatment Of Seniors – Prison or Nursing Home

America I am passionate, but you don’t care about your elderly…Your formulas are outdated. …many seniors are in one room dwellings crammed with their lives in 2 drawers…They work for years…pensions and 401K tricked their savings to live life on a tight budget…You discourage seniors marrying, so many shack to keep checks they’ve earned…oh all seniors don’t have cars…mass transit and cab prices still climbing …..So….

Bonnie Jean Hern
Bonnie Jean HernThis is so true, and it’s pitiful that it is that way. Why is it that whenever there is any talking about cutbacks, Social Security and Medicare are always on the chopping block? It seems that America feels like seniors are replaceable and disposable once they retire. It’s just not right for seniors to be treated the way that they are being treated. The Veterans get treated badly also. America should be ashamed of the way she treats those two groups of people.
 The story below makes good sense actually. At first you may be appalled at it, but once you read it you will understand the sanity of it. It sure does make good sense to me.                 The URL to the story is:    

Let’s put the seniors in jail and the criminals in nursing homes.

Jails and Nursing Homes

Here’s the way it should be:

Let’s put the seniors in jail and the criminals in nursing homes.

This would correct two things in one motion:

Seniors would have access to showers, hobbies and walks.

They would receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical
treatment, wheel chairs, etc.

They would receive money instead of having to pay it out.

They would have constant video montering, so they would be helped instantly if they fell or needed assistance.

Bedding would be washed twice a week and all clothing would be ironed and returned to them.

A guard would check on them every 20 minutes.

All meals and snacks would be brought to them

They would have family visits in a suite built for that purpose.

They would have access to a library, weight/fitness room, spiritual counseling, a pool and education…and free admission to in-house concerts by nationally recognized entertainment artists.

Simple clothing – ie., shoes, slippers, pj’s – and legal aid would be free, upon request.

There would be private, secure rooms provided for all with an outdoor exercise yard complete with gardens.

Each senior would have a P.C., T.V., phone and radio in their room at no cost.

They would receive daily phone calls.

There would be a board of directors to hear any complaints and the ACLU would fight for their rights and protection.

The guards would have a code of conduct to be strictly adhered to, with attorneys available, at no charge to protect the seniors and their families from abuse or neglect.

****************************************************************************** The statements below point out all that the criminals deserve. They don’t deserve all of the amenities that they receive in jail. After all, they are there to be punished for a crime they committed against society, not to be on vacation!!!


As for the criminals:

They would receive cold food.

They would be left alone and unsupervised.

They would receive showers once a week.

They would live in tiny rooms, for which they would have to pay $5,000 per month.

They would have no hope of ever getting out.

“Sounds like justice to me!”


When you stop and actually think about it, this really makes a lot of sense. It’s a poor state of affairs for our nation when it makes more sense to put seniors in jail than to put them in nursing homes. It sure would save a lot of money. If the criminals families had to pay for their incarceration at the same rate as what it costs to have a family member in a nursing home. If the families of the criminals had have taught the children to be better citizens, maybe they would not have committed the crimes that put them in jail in the first place. But with all of the amenities that prisoners get, it makes more sense for them to commit crimes to be locked up. It’s better than being homeless and living out of trashcans and under bridges.

If half of what is put out for the incarceration of criminals was spent on helping to lower the cost of providing for seniors, whose only crime is that they have lived a good life and can no longer take care of their self, then the families of the seniors could rest a little easier. But as it is right now, the family of the senior citizen has to all but become homeless to provide nursing home care for their family member. It’s really quite sad when you stop and think about it.

Adventures In Making – DIY Crayon Candles

This was originally posted on December 2, 2014. Today, March 18, 2016 there was a comment with the following URL

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DIY: Crayon Candles #craft #crayola #recycled
My obsession with bright colors got me hooked when I saw this tutorial by Brit+Co. I already had a bunch of old crayons on hand from my previous DIY crayon post and I’ve been interested in making candles lately, so this was the perfect project!

Once you’ve gathered your supplies and setup a work space near your microwave, this project is fairly simple and would be a great craft to do with a friend. I loved blending my own colors and experimenting with different color combinations.

DIY: Crayon Candles #craft #crayola #recycled


• Old crayons
• Glass votives (I used small juice glasses)
• Wax
• Wicks
• Dixie cups (or any paper cup)
• Popsicle sticks (for stirring)

Additional Tools

• Microwave
• X-acto knife

The first step is to peel the paper off your crayons. You can either use an x-acto knife or soak the crayons in water for easy peeling.

Next, fill a dixie cup with wax and microwave for 1 minute. Give it a stir and microwave again in 30 second intervals until wax is completely melted. Pour a thin layer of wax into the bottom of each votive and place the candle wick in the center. Let harden.

DIY: Crayon Candles #craft #crayola #recycled

Using one crayon per color, fill a dixie cup with wax and top with a broken up crayon. Microwave for 2 minutes and then in 30 second intervals until completely liquified. Let cool for 30 seconds or so and pour colored wax into the votive. Let the first layer dry for 20-30 minutes.

DIY: Crayon Candles #craft #crayola #recycled

Repeat this process and continue to pour layers of colored wax into each votive, making sure to let them dry between each layer.

DIY: Crayon Candles #craft #crayola #recycled

And that’s it!

DIY: Crayon Candles #craft #crayola #recycled
DIY: Crayon Candles #craft #crayola #recycled

What other fun crafts have you made with old crayons? We’d love to hear about your projects…