{"id":650,"date":"2010-05-14T09:58:59","date_gmt":"2010-05-14T16:28:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/?p=650"},"modified":"2010-05-14T13:47:48","modified_gmt":"2010-05-14T20:17:48","slug":"the-death-of-lima-beans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/themightyten.com\/blog19\/?p=650","title":{"rendered":"The death of Lima Beans"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nSome upcoming<\/strong> New Jersey Road Trips<\/strong>:
\nBrooke will be in NJ June-18th thru 21st.
\nBecca will be in NJ August -14th – 21st<\/p>\n

My sponsor called me up<\/strong>
\n“Where the fuck have you been asshole?”
\n“I love you too”
\n“No really, this ain’t no fucking game!”
\n“I never said it was…I just…I’ve been busy.”
\n“BULLSHIT”
\n*click*
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Gil Mercado, 25, Paterson New Jersey comes home<\/p><\/div>The war rages on<\/strong> and do we really notice? Unless we have somebody over there, what does it matter? Did we win or did we lose? President Obama cleared away an old Bush law saying photos of coffins from the war were banned. So welcome home Gil Mercado! Paterson is probably one of the toughest places to live in New Jersey. It is a war zone of drugs, guns, corruption slums and sleaze. Gil was probably thinking, “Hey, what do I have to lose. I’ll join the Marines to get the hell out of this God-forsaken hell hole of a New Jersey city life. 25 is too young, my God to die for any cause.

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If I lived in my car, I would be home by now.<\/p><\/div> NORTH JERSEY: My new existence? It’s pretty new to me anyway. I was born and raised in central NJ, married and had kids in south NJ (Da Shore) and somehow came back to central NJ then migrated to north NJ. New Jersey has always been broken up into three parts. They are all extremely different from each other. My experience in north NJ has been so far incredible. It is truly the melting pot OF THE WORLD<\/strong> Never have I seen so many different ethnic communities blended together so finely. Northern New Jersey was the site of some of the earliest European settlements in what would become the United States of America. The Industrial Revolution in America started by the founding of the northern New Jersey town of Paterson. PATERSON NJ<\/strong> is an amazing city. Driving through main street on any Saturday afternoon is an open-air market experience that rivals only Disney World on it’s best day. If you speak about Paterson NJ to most people they cringe at the homicide and car theft rate and will tell you that they wouldn’t be caught DEAD there!\"\"<\/a> This past week marked the EIGHT YEAR anniversary of moms death. May 1st. Her mothers name was May. Has it really been that long already? Beverly will be gone TEN YEARS this August. Brenda two years. Is it official yet?<\/strong> Do you think that Becca has any memories of her mother at all? To me that is a tragedy that I can never comprehend. But at least she had some time with her and Brenda had known her for a short while anyway. It was only 100 years ago that it was a crap shot that the mother, child or both survived the birth process. Giving birth was just a risky medical procedure and it truly was a miracle if everything went smooth. Not everyone may know it but mom had a miscarriage in between Beverly and me.

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Annual death rate per 1000 total births from maternal mortality in America (1850-1970)<\/p><\/div> In New York City there is a bar with sawdust<\/strong> on the floor and everything is large and made of oak.

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(212) 473-9148 - 15 E 7th St, New York, NY<\/p><\/div> They serve salami sliced on a cutting board, mustard, ham sandwiches and beer. Nothing else. It is a famous bar with tons of history and bursting at the seams with character. \"\"<\/a> I never cried<\/strong> at moms funeral. I don’t know why. I really thought I should have been balling my eyes out but I didn’t. This isn’t hard for me to say and the past is the past. Besides trying to get me back into an even keel of fellowship and meetings, my sponsor told me to get my head out of the past. (or maybe he said to get my head out of my ass, I’m not sure).<\/p>\n

DEATH<\/strong> is a very hard thing to figure out. Throughout the world, death and the rituals that surround it are steeped in taboos. Death is celebrated, embraced and feared. It is the only thing that scientist here on earth or any other planet will ever NEVER totally figure out. It is that great mystery<\/em> that creates such grief and or wonder. \"\"<\/a> What is our connection with the other side? The third dimension of puffy white clouds, serenity and potatoe chips on the couch. Nobody could imagine heaven or hell, although allot of people claim that we are living hell here on earth. What could possibly suck the life out of something so young, so small, so cute? All the tears and grief for this little doggy and I have filled seven suitcases with guilt that I never cried at my mothers funeral (or my dads) yet, when I experienced the loss of a friend that I had known for a short time, I cried for months……and the loss wasn’t even death!!! It was just a goodbye. So what does this say about me as a human? Do I remember Mom? Of course I do. I was just thinking the other day, how she loved to cook Lima beans as a vegetable. They were almost like eating wax. So I mixed them all up in my mashed potatoes and smooshed them and guzzled them down with my grape Hawaiian Punch and yet today I miss them. Nobody cooks lima beans anymore. No restaurants. No place. No where. No body. They shouldn’t even grow them anymore. I miss lima beans<\/a> (Phaseolus lunatus) but I don’t miss mom. \"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Everybody is always “going”:
\n Where are you “going”? How is it “going?” I’m “going…” Let’s get “going”
\nIn the news: The sole survivor of a plane crash is a 9 year old Dutch boy. 103 people died including his mother, father and older brother. Thankfully, he doesn’t remember the crash. He hasn’t been told yet that he lost his family. He only said this:
\n“I don’t know how I got here. I just want to get going…”
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T<\/strong>here was an episode of the Little Rascals<\/a><\/strong> when the gang built a “fire engine” out of wood and raced it down a very steep street. Stymie was driving the back and Spanky was driving the front. The fire engine was so long that as they were going down the steep hill, the “fire engine” bent in half. Eventually the back of the “fire engine” caught up with the front of the engine. At this point Spanky the front driver yelled over to Stymie the back driver:
\n“Hey Stymie, where ya going????”
\nand Stymie replied,
\n“I don’t know, but I’m on MY WAY !”
\nThat pretty much sums up life for me.
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\nWHERE DO DOGS GO<\/strong> when they die? Damn it, I wish I knew! Actually, where does everything, everybody, every animal goes when they die?? It is that they just GO, that HURTS u so much. It is so final….so “never again” that the tragedy of it sometimes takes months or even NEVER to heal.<\/p>\n

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
\nI could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
\nI whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
\n“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
\nI was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the milk
\nYou were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
\nI was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
\nI want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
\nI walked with you towards the house as you fumbled for your key.
\nI gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, “It’s me.”
\nYou looked so very tired, and sank into a chair
\nI tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
\n“”It’s possible for me to be so near you every day
\nTo say to you with certainty, “I never went away.””
\nYou sat there very quietly, then smiled; I think you knew…
\nIn the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
\nThe day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
\nAnd say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
\nAnd when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
\nI’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
\nI have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
\nBe patient, live your journey out… then come home to be with me.
\n~Author Unknown~
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Goodnight. Sleep tight.<\/p><\/div><\/p>\n

“Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell”?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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