Kimolisa Was Here

When I was a kid, I used to watch Leslie Nielson in a string of goofball movies and even though my mom would chups when she sees us (my brother and I) watching him, we would be laughing our heads off. The funny thing is I never realized how old he was, because although he is completely white out on top, he always seemed quite young to me. So to Mr. Nielson, hope you're making them Laugh Out Loud wherever you are.

Below are a few of my favourite scenes with him.



For those who have never seen Repossessed, click here and enjoy.

Below is a newscast of his death.

When I first saw this, my initial thought was this is grandfather. I could tell by the skinny legs. As I've mentioned before my grandfather on my father's side died about a month and a half ago. It was only after mentioning these pictures that I found out he was in the army around World War II. I had no clue, not saying he was the kind of grandfather that told his grand kids about all he has done in life. Heck, he had a second family after most of the kids in his first family were grown, so he was busy with his own kids.

In working on grandfather's eulogy, I discovered so much about him. He had lived a full life, and it makes me look at my own life and wonder what have I accomplished. With all the commotion that happened in putting him to rest, I realised that now is the time to make a positive change. You can say I'm a work in progress. One thing for sure is, I'm starting to love myself a bit more and that is a good thing.

Okay, I'm going to stop rambling.

I've always loved cats, I don't if it's their total disdain to their owners, or their utter coolness. I've had a cat, but she ran away and now I'm just loving dogs. Anywhoo, below are come cute pictures of cats.

I'll be honest, sometimes life can get me down and I feel completely unmotivated and then I get depressed. When that happens I go on YouTube and look up motivational speakers. Well this Ted Thursday we have Anthony Robbins. Enjoy.

About the talk

Tony Robbins discusses the "invisible forces" that motivate everyone's actions -- and high-fives Al Gore in the front row.

The video:

I haven't done a "Look what I ffffound" in a while so excuse the random nature of this post.

These look so funny.

Sometimes we forget that when we throw away our garbage, it goes somewhere. It doesn't magically disappear, so to remind you of this check out this Ted talk.

About the Talk

Artist Dianna Cohen shares some tough truths about plastic pollution in the ocean and in our lives -- and some thoughts on how to free ourselves from the plastic gyre.

The video

I want to watch this just because it looks adorable and it takes me back to being a kid again.

Yesterday, I was trying to figure out something related to work and I was not getting anywhere, so I started doing something else. In doing the something else, I found a couple pieces of cardboard. I remembered that I had some used sheets of paper, so I made a couple of writing pads.

• They are made from recycled material.
• The exterior measurements are Front - 7 1/16" x 3 5/8", spine 3 5/8" x 7/16".
• The interior measurments are 5 1/2" x 3 5/8" (sheets of paper).
• Number of pages - 35
• Original artwork on the front cover
• Quotes on inside back cover

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I have a love of dance, and although I love african dance, it so refreshing to see something like this performance. I loved it.

About The Talk:

Two Pilobolus dancers perform "Symbiosis." Does it trace the birth of a relationship? Or the co-evolution of symbiotic species? Music: "God Music," George Crumb; "Fratres," Arvo Part; "Morango…Almost a Tango," Thomas Oboe Lee.

This is the video:

A little after getting to know a guy, I get asked the question. So, would you grow out your hair? Answer: No, I love my hair as it is.



Especially when the barber cuts it way low and shapes my eyebrows just right. Then comes the next question. Would you grow it out for me? Answer: No. First of all, I just met the fool and we are just getting to know each other and already he's trying to change me. If you were attracted to me as I am why are you all set to change me. Plus, isn't it the same men who hate it when women try to change them. I won't try to change you if don't try to change me.

But I'm not hating on the men, they like what they like. I started cutting my hair a decade and six months ago. Then I found a barber that gave me a great cut and guess what he up and did? He moved to another island, can you imagine that? So here is my hair growing and I don't have the time and energy to find a new barber. Then the idea formed, why don't I let my hair grow out for a year and see how long it will get.

I see this as my embarking on a new adventure, one where I will have to acquire an afro pick. At this moment, I'm about here

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I stole this from The Essential Man. Why because it made me look back at when I was younger and I would dress how I wanted. Some were hits and some were misses, but when I got it right I think it scared me. I couldn't handle the attention and then people doing what I do. Perhaps I can learn again how to be. I would look at nature and  be inspired because those creatures are existing, being and not second guessing what they are doing, they are just doing. They are just being. No, I won't be a great fashion icon, but I'm going to do me.

I'll be honest, when I first saw this TED Talk, or I should say performance, I was about to look for another clip, but I watched it and I grew to like it. I'm just impressed by her skills to conceive the idea of the performance and to execute it well. Brava.

About The "Talk"

Using animation, projections and her own moving shadow, Miwa Matreyek performs a gorgeous, meditative piece about inner and outer discovery. Take a quiet 10 minutes and dive in. With music from Anna Oxygen, Mirah, Caroline Lufkin and Mileece.

This is the video:

If you've read a post I did last week, or if you read the poem, Perfect Man on my other blog, Kim or Lisa, you would know that my grandfather died. One of the sad things is I don't feel any great loss, well not compared to say how my dad felt. You see, we weren't close and he was more like a distant great uncle, you know you're supposed to love them but it doesn't come from a genuine place. It's a matter of duty. (Please note the world duty, because it will be coming back in this post or a later post). The funny thing is a couple nights ago I dreamt that I had passed by one of his properties and there was memorial service and as I was leaving, I was crying. Real tears, but I chided myself because I don't cry.

The other sad thing about my grandfather dying is the family. Oh, not my family, my family is cool, my siblings are boss. What I'm talking about is my dad's siblings and the drama. Let me paint a picture for you. My grandfather (notice no grand daddy or grand pa) was a hard working man, he would have been labeled a hustler and as a result he had property. Property means more than one portion of land. Don't think I'm gloating, I'm not going to front and act that stuff is mine. I didn't work for it so it isn't mine. Between the hardwork of my grandfather and my grandmother (she died before my dad even met my mom), they acquired a lot. Now we introduce the characters of this mad soap.

Dad
First born so he had a lot of work growing up. This includes helping in the upbringing of his siblings, cooking, farming. He later started working at the regional airline as a cleaner and through his own hardwork, he became an aircraft engineer, built apartments, and with my mom opened a few businesses. Let's just say he did well for himself.

Aunt
Lord, where can I begin. Bible toting government worker. You know what I'm going to err on the side of caution.

Uncle
Left the island 30+ years ago, all the while bad talking his family every chance he could and upon hearing Grandfather was dying he found his way back to Antigua. Damn shame is all I got to say. Can you imagine the man was quoting the Godfather, saying how family is important. Now if I was to even add all the other dirt on this man, mmm mmm.

The Ex-Wife
Grandfather had remarried, it was a Spring - Autumn thing. Well they cause each other grief but that was their problem. Two years ago, she filed divorce procedures, and early this year, through much back and forth she got a portion of land and a house or two. She wanted the house, my grandmother's house.

The Ex-Wife's Daughters
One is loved by my Grandfather, but she treats him like crap and the other is... She doesn't have kind words for him and has assaulted him on at least one occasion.

Now Grandfather is buried in a tomb just above grandmother, and the siblings want to know when the will be read. A week has not passed and almost all the above characters have been calling my Dad, when the will be read. My Dad is the Executor of the will. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that none of my father's siblings have done as much as my father and grandfather have done in their lives. Now they want to scoop up all that he has worked for and still hate him. I don't know what is in your book, but in my book, that isn't right.

I mention all of that because it made me take a good look at my life and see the lessons to be learned from this situation. It made me re-evaluate the importance of acquiring property. Now, I know my siblings aren't going to be like that, we've said it many times to each other that we're not going to fight for what our parents own. But you know what it is as well, it's a trap for affection, think about it. The promise of getting something forces one to treat the person nice, to do everything to appease the person.

Maybe I'm transcending to something more profound when I've accepted that I would settle for a nice home, enough income and the desire for great experiences with great people. Experiences can range from enjoyable ones to those that may seem difficult but really lets you grow as an individual. I don't want to be a slave to my possessions, working to buy them, to protect them, to insure them and then they either break, get stolen or I die and those you leave behind act like fools trying to own it.

I mean wouldn't it be nice to be lying on your death bed and knowing that you've lived a full life and that you've given your children the knowledge to provide for themselves, live a life of their choosing and are good to others. I like that idea. I know I've said stuff in the past and never came through with them, so I'm keeping my future plans close to my chest, but I'm looking to be living life they way I want.