...Is that they THINK they know.

Have you ever noticed how people that use the term, “I know more than you think I do.” nine out of ten times don’t KNOW anything, but how to repeat gossip. Their so-called knowledge is based upon hearsay and a compilation of bits and pieces of different stories that they conveniently compress together to base all their wisdom upon and which is SO FAR from ANY resemblance of truth that it is hilarious.

I think the next time I hear that phrase I am going to simply smile and say I wouldn’t brag about knowing more than “I think you know” because my thoughts of your knowledge are very low, thus it wouldn’t be hard for even our lowest form of life to know more than what I THINK YOU KNOW. Not much to be bragging about now is it. - giggle

I do believe I am going to keep me little notepad and fill it with phrases such as that one and I will call it “RANAE’S, WARNING, RED ALERT, FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS BECAUSE THE STUPIDITY OF MAN IS ABOUT TO REAR ITS UGLY EGOTISTICAL HEAD AND STUN YOU WITH ITS BRILLIANT TWISTED WORDS TO MAKE YOU FEEL INADEQUATE IN COMPARISON, SO THAT IT MAY FEEL BETTER ABOUT HOW SCREWED UP ITS OWN NARROW-MINDED LIFE VALUES AND VIEWS HAVE COMPLETELY RUINED THEIR OWN LIVES AS WELL AS THE LIVES OF EVERYONE ELSE THAT IS AROUND THEM, DUE TO THE LACK OF MATURITY IT TAKES TO CHANGE AND ADMIT TO ONES OWN FAULTS, RATHER THAN BLAMING OTHERS FOR EVERYTHING THAT GOES WRONG AND BELITTLING ALL IN THEIR PATH IN ORDER TO FIND SOME WARPED AND PHONY SENSE OF SELF VALUE, REFERENCE GUIDE.”

Giggle – you get all that???

Enough ranting for now, Friday is my birthday. Whoopdie doo… I will be 42 and I am trying to decide which way to look at being 42. I mean is the glass half empty or half full. Silly question, since it is both. Funny thing about age with me, every year I find that at some point during the year I start thinking, gee I am almost 42, the next thing I know I am telling people I am 42, then by the time my birthday does roll around I could swear I am turning 43. The other night I had to ask my hubby, “How old am I going to be? 44?” No lie I really did, he chuckled at me and said, “Your turning 42.” In a way that was way cool because now I don’t feel AS old as I was feeling, after all 44 is a bit older than 42 eh?  ~giggle Don’t worry about me I am just practicing for my big debut at senility. Do you think I will get the part?

Enough from me for now, please leave me some notes and let me know some more great phrases that secretly warn us, like the “I know more than you think I know” one. I want to get busy filling my notebook up.

Hugs & giggles to all.

-Ranae’

...Dunno who I feel like, but it's definately not me.

   Hello all - sorry no posts in so long. I just have not beeing feeling up to par lately. (more like I have been in Mega Bogieland.) 

  All is ok, I mean nothing major has changed in my life, other than my inspiration seems to have flown the coop & has taken a Longggggggg vacation. I have been to this same page dozens of times over the past few weeks, and my mind can't even grasp a simple concept to write. Is this what they call the duldrums?? It has actually gotten me quite irritated. It seems I can't follow through on my thought's lately. My mind will grab an idea and start to ponder on it, then 2 minutes later my mind has jumped to something so totally different that I lost track of my original thoughts. I have at least 9 different pages of scribbles, where I started to write. Looking at them now I have NO CLUE what I was trying to say. So rather than bang my head against the wall trying to MAKE THINGS HAPPEN, I have just been a recluse lately.

  I guess I could start writing offstyle and at least do something like...

Hi woke up, had coffee, stared at my computer, mind is a blank. Had more coffee, ate something, went to the store, stared at paper and pen, mind still blank....

Nahhhhhh that is WAY NOT ME!!!So instead here I am typing away and.... SEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee...

 MIND WIPED OUT ON ME AGAIN!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Could someone please REMOVE THAT DILLY DOPEY ERASER FROM MY MIND IT IS DRIVING ME NUTS!!

Any hoots, I will try to get back into the swing of things here. Sometimes just writing "SOMETHING" helps. We shall see. In the meantime, thank you my friends for your concern and for not giving up on me and encouraging me to get writing again. If it wasn't for me seeing the few "Miss You's" & "R U OK's" I wouldn't even be writing this much.

Hugs & Giggles to all

~Ranae'

...and so on, and so on...

Repetition can be great in it's proper place. It can also be QUITE annoying, much like the bunny commercial it was cute for the first few ads, but after awhile I wanted to KILL THAT BUNNY!!! [giggle] Be honest many of you feel the same way.

There are currently two types of repetition that have me irked!

Type 1 ~ "Repetitious Talkers":

You know the type, they repeat everything they say at least twice. I am not sure if this is due to a slow thinking process on their part or what. I mean maybe the words get bottlenecked someplace, and by the time they finally come out of the person's mouth they have already repeated the same thought again, not realizing they just said that. Surely they can't be repeating things because they think that you didn't understand them the first time. If you didn't understand the first time you sure are not going to the second and thirds times, if it is exact repetition anyway. For many I am convinced that it is more due to trying to control the conversation, what they forget though is that if they are the only one talking over and over and over it's not a conversation, it's a lecture. (OK men, I am sure you all have a few words to say about that statement [giggle]) 

None of the above really shoot a hole in the bottom of my rubber boat though. The ones that REALLY IRRITATE me are the drunk repeaters. How on earth can people talk for over 5 hours and just keep saying the same things over and over. It's even worse when there are two of them going at it. The thing that really tops it all off is, what they are repeating, for five full hours, makes absolutely no sense!!!! Meet those same two people sober and they are the greatest people to talk to. Before anyone goes whacko on me I am not saying that all people that drink or get drunk are this way. Some however need to drink faster and pass out very fast before I start a "SAVE MY EARS" campaign.

Type 2 ~ "Repetitious Life Mistakes":

I have repeated so many mistakes in life that I hate to even get too far into this one. Each time I swear to myself that it wont happen again. HA!!! Maybe I need to become a repetitious "thinker" and repeat what wont happen again to myself at least every hour each day. That way when the same type scenario rears its cocky little head, just daring me to not repeat my past, perchance I will remember , "Hey I have been here before and need to do this and NOT do that".

Creatures of habit... I have heard that plenty of times. I don't like it one bit either, "I wanna be freed!!!" Sometimes I have referred to the Repetition in life as the "Vortex". A whirling or circular motion that tends to form a cavity or vacuum in the center of the circle and to draw toward this cavity or vacuum bodies subject to its action. Its inevitable when caught in a vortex you will simply go around and round and round and round.... Oh geeezzz, seee I am a repetitive talker. I will never learn.

So how does one break out of this??

How do we condition ourselves to recognize it BEFORE we are smack dab back in the middle of it AGAIN?

Is Ranae' actually a mindless drone, doomed to repetition forever?

And does Murphy have a brother with a repetition law?

Tune in next time to find more fascinating reply's, thought's and repetition!!!

Same "Ranae'" Time, Same "Ranae'" Channel.

huggggggggggggggggs & giggle to all
~Ranae'

...Is not as easy as it sounds.

I sat there with a look of utter confusion as I listened to her reply, thinking, [ Ok, did I just stumble through some sort of time portal that tossed me into a parallel world of some sort, because I have absolutely NO CLUE what she is referring to. ] Some how a conversation I had started, that was completely simple in context, had managed to super-size itself and now suddenly was this HUGE BIG DEAL that would probably take hours to straighten out. Knowing the words I had spoken should have in no way confused, offended or brought about this major shift in moods, I found my mind going through an instant replay of what I had said exactly. Hitting my rewind button over and over again trying to figure out how this misunderstanding had taken place. Each time the scenario would again reach the end in my mind I would come to the same end. UTTER CONFUSION !!! What on earth did she THINK I said and what the... is she talking about?

Ever find your self in that position before? I have many many times myself, for the few of you that think you are too literate to be misunderstood don't flatter yourself yet because chances are that others are so COMPLETELY lost and befuddled by your words at times that they simply don't challenge you at all. It isn't a listening problem I am speaking of either, we all know how misunderstandings come easily when the other parties mind is off in Bermuda sipping Corona's on the beach or has has been captured by those miniscule aliens that live inside our T.V. sets and computers.

What I am speaking of is, quite simply, the human language and how differently each individual may perceive the same string of words. I am afraid to say that dear old Webster with all it's many definitions is not, nor ever shall be complete. I also have found that the same exact sentence can be said by ten different people and interpreted in ten different ways. With this rambling around in my head I am left to consider if all the talk we do is worth my time at all. Perhaps the world should revert to the good old caveman days. We can all stick to simple "Ughhs", "Arggs" & "Ahhs" .

Two people meet for coffee...

"Ugh." he says. With a smile she reply's "Ughh". The waitress arrives and he points to the menu, looking at his dining partner says, "Ugh?" She nods with a sheepish grin and returns a quiet, "ugh". He then looks up to the waitress shows her the menu and utters, "Ugh, Ugh". to which the waitress nods and responds with an "Ahh". Ten minutes later the waitress returns with what is obviously NOT what they ordered and is greeted by both the male and female with brutish and loud, "ARGGGGGGSSS!!!"

Hmmmmmmmm, ok, ok so simplifying the language wont keep us from having major misunderstandings but...

It sure is a heck of a lot easier to type!!! [giggle]

Hugggggggggggggggs and giggles to all.
~Ranae'

...my mind needs cleaning.

I don't claim to be a poet, but when pondering life, I often find myself analyzing in what some may call parables. Lately I have been thinking a lot about a poem I wrote in such fashion.  I am curious as to how many others may understand the point I was trying to make in this poem. Feel free to add any critique as well,  just keep in mind I am not trying to be some type of published famous poet. [giggle] I simply wonder if my writing is something I should keep hidden away, as I have done for so long, or if perhaps I should continue to share it. In simple words do I stink at poetry?

Oh, and if you do happen to enjoy this poem and would like to see more, there are few on my website.

A quick thank you goes out to Karen for inspiring me enough to see what others feel about my poetry. Stop by and say hello to her sometime, she has a great journal and writes wonderful poetry.
                                                          CLICK HERE to go visit Karen

Hugggggggggggggggs and giggles to all.
~Ranae'

...or did I already lose it and am unaware?

[DISCLAIMER: The writer of this Document is not now nor ever has nor will say that any mental disorder is not real nor are they funny. This writing is for entertainment purposes only, so please save any hate posts for your other idols.]

Have you ever thought about the thin line between sanity and insanity?

Split Personality for instance I know myself that when I am in different modes I can and do appear to be a different person altogether.

For instance as a norm I am overall reserved and more of an observer. I enjoy giggling and smile a lot. I enjoy meeting new people and helping others. My voice tone is average for a woman, not too high not too low. I am a good listener and into giving people another chance.

But get me REALLY mad and…

Presto Change-o!! You can now call me Ryan (from the Exorcist instead of Ranae’) with definite symptoms of a Psychotic of some type.

My posture changes as every muscle in my body tightens, my eyes switch from a hint of blue to gray. The tone of my voice drops to just a hint above a baritone & I suddenly find curse words I didn’t even know that I knew. My hearing suddenly goes bad and I can no longer hear a word your saying to me nor do I care to listen.

How about that certain time of the month? Some call it P.M.S. but could it possible be the thin line of manic depression setting in?

Don’t want to do nothing, see nothing, say nothing, and hear nothing. Just going to crawl into my bed and sleep away the entire week. Letting my thoughts of how hopeless everything is swim around in my head like a goldfish in a bowl. Round and round... no purpose… not going anywhere…

Ever have times in your life that you have more things to accomplish than you have time in the day? Running around from task to task, not finishing one before your mind has moved on to start on the next one? Look out you’re a case for Attention Deficiency Disorder!

Eyes tend to flicker back and forth a bit more; the nerves in your body tingle keeping you on edge. If interrupted your so lost in thought that you either ignore it entirely or you snap some senseless babble their way. “I can’t help you! I have to … have to… what was the name of that … ohhh, that’s right it’s in the garage? Oh never mind!!”  And just how many different trips into the living room do you make before you FINALLY remember you went in there to grab your pen?

Want a major disorder with symptoms of all the above and even more? Not only more but also more and ALL AT THE SAME TIME!  I have one for you, it’s called…

MENOPAUSE!!!

But that’s another story for another time…

Hugggggggggggggggggs & giggle to all,

~Ranae’

...or are they Morbid?

...or perhaps they are just another way to preserve history.

Ring around the rosy - A pocketful of posies - "Ashes, Ashes"- We all fall down!

Sounds cute enough, just remember the ashes they speak of are cremated bodies. YUKK!

This rhyme come from the Great bubonic plague era caused by rats that were polluting the water systems with the disease. The pockets full of posie is in reference to the pouches people carried with sweet smelling herbs ( or posies) which were carried due to the belief that the disease was transmitted by bad smells. Ashes Ashes refers to the cremation of the dead bodies. The death rate was over 60% and the plague was only halted by the Great Fire of London in 1666.

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To get her poor doggie a bone,
When she got there The cupboard was bare So the poor little doggie had none.

Appears to be talking about a very poor woman correct??? Wrong!! There was more to this
old woman than many think.

The Old Mother Hubbard referred to in this rhyme's words allude to the famous Cardinal Wolsey. The Cardinal displeased the King, Henry VIII, by failing to facilitate the King's divorce from Queen Katherine, to enable him to marry Anne Boleyn with whom he was passionately in love. Actually King Henry VIII was the "doggie" and the "bone" refers to the divorce (and not money as many believe) The cupboard relates to the Catholic Church although the subsequent divorce arranged by Thomas Cramner resulted in the break with Rome and the formation of the English Protestant church and the demise of Old Mother Hubbard.

Mary Mary quite contrary,How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells And pretty maids all in a row.

Seems simple enough, the lady loved flowers. Nope, unless you mean burial wreaths.

The Mary alluded to is Mary Tudor, or Bloody Mary, who was the daughter of King Henry VIII. Queen Mary was a staunch Catholic and the garden referred to is an allusion to graveyards which were increasing in size with those who dared to continue to adhere to the Protestant faith. The silver bells and cockle shells were colloquialisms for instruments of torture. The 'maids' were a device to behead people similar to the guillotine.

Those are just a few rhymes with hidden meanings for you, there are many more. This definitely adds meaning to "There's more than what you see"

I know we have many poets out here in journal land I have a challenge for you all. See if you can make a nursery rhyme in like manner of something major in our world today.

Remember though "in like manner" means you must use a parallel and not the true words. Then just give the true meaning below the poem for us.

[giggle] I wonder if I will come back and see any posted later.

And that's it, that's all... for now anyway.

Hugggggggggggggggggggs and giggle to all.
~Ranae'

... these are the type of people that must one up you no matter what the conversation is. If you created a website then they did also but of course theirs was better but unfortunately was lost due to no fault of their own. No matter what you have done they have done it also, but they have done it with more impact. The weirdest part of this is it doesn't matter what you have done. Done something slightly immoral, illegal etc... Guarantee they did something even worse. God forbid they offer a shoulder when someone is down on their luck. Not going to happen, but they will quickly remind them how they were in worse shape ensuring that the person they are speaking too now not only feels lousy but now feels guilty for feeling bad when someone else had it soooooooooooooooo much worse than they did.

Then we have the Bully's :

What is it with some people and their devious desire to make other peoples lives as miserable as possible? You know the type, the ones that can so easily twist things in such a way that it can almost immobilize the person they are verbally attacking. Then as if the initial (unwarranted) attack isn't enough, they seem to center their entire world on finding the next chance to attack again and again...

Are their lives so lonely and miserable that hurting others for no reason gives them some warped sense of belonging? Or is there some secret Bully sect out there and they make a living off of making other people hurt? $20.00 per fight they cause and a bonus of $10.00 if they can make another cry.

Dear GOD,

  I thank you for all the "One uppers & Bullies" in the world, for they make me feel so much better about me being just simple ole me.

 - - Amen

[giggle] what do all of you think? I love to hear your views.

Hugggggggggs & giggles to all,

~Ranae'