Get Your Hand Outta My Pockets

 

 

In wondering what I would talk about tonight I had no idea I could go into such a funk over an insurance company!

 

I opened my car insurance renewal bill and much to my surprise they had raised my rates forty-six dollars a month! WTH? Nothing had changed in the last few months. No accidents, no tickets, so what? I started dialing 1-800.

 

At almost midnight I am calling an insurance company I have been with for almost seventeen years and trying to find a human to talk to. And ENGLISH damn it. After being on hold for approximately fifteen minutes (and this is near midnight) I finally hear a human voice. She's says quietly, "And what can I do for you tonight"? I wanted to scream into the phone by now but I calmly told her that I was confused about my bill.

 

By then I had pulled up my own account on my computer to the recent activity. OMG!

It seems that in February the company changed my due date without telling me! They installed a new computer system and oops, "we're sorry" guess that's when the date got changed. So she fixed that (supposedly...we'll see at a future date) and then I see the words LATE CHARGE on my computer screen! I got instantly furious as I am OCD about paying bills. So when I pointed all that out she said, "oh my", I'll get that removed.

 

So she decided she has everything fixed and I ask why I am being charged $46.00 more and she says, "it must be your credit score". To which I replied, "NO WAY IN HELL"! 

I have a great rating which I work very hard to keep and she says, "well I don't really know then". I said "by the way what has your credit score got to do with your rate if you have NEVER missed a payment and it has always been paid on time"? "Well that's a good question", she replied. She said she really didn't know and I should call the Information Department tomorrow. Can't wait to hear that logic!

 

So I still don't have an answer and she said, "by the way I can't fix the renewal date, sorry", (even though they are the ones who screwed it up). So I have to pay my bill eight days earlier than usual so I won't get a late charge because who knows if it's fixed or not?

 

Everyone has their hand in your pocket now! I used to be able to help other people once in a while, but now it is a struggle to eat. This has become a ridiculous problem that even the smallest of items in you life seem to cost at least four or five dollars and most things end up costing hundreds.  And every way you turn its a few extra dollars and a few more taxes. I would like to retire one day, but looks like I'll be eating cat food at my current pace.

 

Do these people think there is no limit to how much money a person has? Maybe its true for the rest of you, but not for me. Where are people getting all this money? Stealing it from others? Using plastic? I need insight, so please enlighten me wise ones.

 

I guess when America has come to the point where there are more people not working than ones who are its time for a change.

 

Sorry for all the rambling but gees Louise. Enough is enough.

 

And for all those folks who voted for a change? I'm still waiting to hear there has been one. Think you might have driven your ducks to a bad market! Eh?

 

Later friends. Save me a Margarita.

 

 



© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press,  1997-2013

 



New Beginnings

 

 

Recent months have flown by. I don't know where a little over half a year has gone and I wake up and wonder what I have been doing all this time. I haven't even downloaded the pictures I took last September, much less the months after that. Its like I've been sleep walking through life and I have no excuse except for negative energy and wondering if the United States was going to turn into a police state.

 

But you can't worry about " what if " all the time so I am resuming living.

 

The above photo was in Montego Bay, Jamaica. I also visited New Orleans for a return visit, the Caymans and sailed in a regatta in Cozumel. Not necessarily in that order. 

 

It was a nice trip. Wish I was back there tonight, especially in Georgetown. It was so pretty.

 

 I also finished my second poetry book," Fragments ". Just can't seem to get around to publishing it. Have new short stories too but not sure what I want to do next.

 

At any rate, I think I am back, so check back here once in a while if you want to see what's going on.

 

God bless all my friends, family and aquaintances. I hope life finds each of you happy and blessed.

 

See you soon.



 

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press,  1997-2013

 



Where is MY America???

Photo borrowed from "Stand with Tennessee" Face Book page

So I am not going to reach a lot of people, but I am going to at least reach out to try and talk to the hearts of those I can reach. I am only one person, but if we all did a little part, we could take our world back from the dark side.

I am a quiet, law-abiding citizen. I go to work every day, I pay my taxes, I try to help others and strive to always do the "right" thing. I fall short sometimes, because like you, I am not perfect. I am simply human. But I am also an American. Today that makes me a minority.

I don't care about the color of your skin, your religion,your social status, your riches, your influence, whatever... you come to this Earth in the same package I did, naked, crying and hungry for family and love. All that I care about is the goodness in your soul and respecting life, family and our country.

Things in this country have been sliding for quite a while. I have watched liars and thieves, murderers, child molesters, extremists, politicians, and those who stand for nothing take over and stab my country in her heart. She has bled and forgiven and bled and forgiven until her heart is almost unable to function.

The latest events of September 11, 2012 in Benghazi, Libya have driven a sword straight through her heart! I was at first without words as I was shaken to the core that the President of the United States of America would set up an Ambassador and anyone that dared to try to save him. What you say? You think me unhinged? If you don't believe me, look at the mountain of evidence. It's all recorded and with many witnessess! And they have tried to sweep it under the rug until after the Presidential election next week! ( AS with Putin, "more flexibility" I suppose.

I could tell you many things the media has chosen not to tell you, but the point is, this act of murder is an atrocity! This is a Hitler-like act and strikes at the very core of your freedom! No man or woman should ever have the power to be above the law and murder for his or others benefit. Yes, knowing all that I have learned about recently and several other situations, I believe with all my heart that the people that let this happen should be brought up on charges!! I  believe it was done by Obama and a selet few and for those he serves, many who are very rich or wield great power.

If you love America and don't want to end up in a prison camp or under martial law or worse(don't laugh too hard a lot has been happening while you were asleep), you had better do some soul searching and and researching  to help protect your lives and your families from pure evil. They do not care who gets in the way. Young, old, black, white, yellow, big, small, criminal, pure, mothers, fathers or your children.  It matters not, YOU are collateral damage.

What can I do? I am only one person?
Do not let the lives of these four Americans be forgotten or the crime forgiven. They were heroes who were killed (murdered) in the line of duty. Tyrone Woods should be given a Congressional Medal of Honor from what I read about his actions.
Write every congressman and ask for a congressionl hearing on the crimes of Barack Obama. There is actually a list you can view. But everyone who had a hand in this needs to be sorted out and punished.
The growing list...
http://askmarion.wordpress.com/2012/07/20/cfp-barack-obama-50-impeachable-crimes-and-counting/

Bring back the REAL United States of America and what she truly stands for!

Elvis Comes Home to Tupelo 2012

Elvis Presley came home to his birthplace in Tupelo, Mississippi last week. Actually a statue of the "King" created by Bill Beckwith of Taylor, Mississippi was erected. The unveiling took place during Elvis week 2012 in Tupelo, Mississippi on the very Fairgrounds where Elvis sang his famous "Coming Home" concerts in 1956 and 1957. The new Tupelo City Hall now stands on ths hallowed ground whick is now called "FairPark". People from all over the world were on hand to view the statue and feel its magic.It was interesting to note that almost everyone who came close to the statue seemed to have a desire to touch Elvis' hand.  We still love you in Tupelo, Elvis. So glad you are home to stay. Below is my personal tribute.



Fairgrounds Mania, 1956

‘Rockin’, Rollin’ & Shakin’ like an Earthquake

Who  could  have  known  that history would forever change;

on that simple fairgrounds stage . . .

as a man and his guitar

transcended  highest expectations?

In the sleepy, southern town of Tupelo,

lightning flashed and screams carried high on the wind

as the music belted forth

and the new king claimed his throne.

Gyrations, they called it!

Moms swooned, girls fainted, boys emulated

as indignant preachers couldn’t wait

for the next Sunday service to extoll the pitfalls

 of watching such venomous sin.

With a heart on fire, and straining for every luscious note . . .

a child watched, in the darkness, from a nearby hotel rooftop;

just a boy, forever changed, by a native son.

We all learned that day,

that sometimes

home ground truly does needs a good shakin’.

We will always remember

the night rock and roll was forever infused

into our hearts and souls.

 Thank You Elvis. 

                                     You are ours forever!                                     

                                                                                                                                                Joyce Burns, August 15, 2010

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press,  1997-2012

Its Nice to Have Cool Relatives



My sister-in-law has a new found talent. Actually she's always had the talent, she just figured out a way to bring it to the public recently. And how lucky we are!

For those of you who love beautiful custom jewelry, check out the page "Custom Jewelry by LaJuanna" on Face Book. I believe she will have a website soon and expand into other areas, but for now you can find her here.

Beware though, LJ's style is definitely not your ho hum jewelry. Her pieces are one of a kind works of art. See sample photo above or go to Face Book and look for her page with all the pretty pictures. That's  "Custom Jewelry by LaJuanna". Lots of pictures of all types of jewelry, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, rings and more.

If you stop by, tell her I sent you. And I warn you, you will most likely find something you wish to purchase.

That's our LJ. By the way, she's a jewel herself !

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press,  1997-2012

If I Swallowed the Moon

If I swallowed the moon,
what would you see?
Would my love be transparent
for all folks to read? 

Would my words and emotions,
sparkle like stars?
Or twinkle like diamonds,
or fireflies in jars? 

Would you see the reflection,
of my soul and heart?
My world all unmasked,
not a glimmer of dark. 

Would you know me,
if my light - was all you could see?
No body or form
just my spirit set free? 

'Twas a dream I once had,
in the dark of the night;
when the moon was a warm,
brilliant globe of pure light. 

So if you awaken
with light in your room,
it may be that I have
just swallowed
the moon.

joyce burns

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press,  1997-2012



It Is What It Is

Just a little whining today. I haven't done that in a very long time but lately I've been butting my head against a lot of brick walls. At times I have called myself "invisible girl" as no one seems to notice I am even in this world. I have been told I should be more agressive, but that's just not in me. I was taught to respect other people and not be a bother to anyone. Boy have times changed.

For some people "self" is all they ever think about. It's easy to see that on Facebook everyday when some people post 50 to 100 items in a row (yes, really) and you can't find anything from any body else as one person uses it for their personal blog. Its even more sad when you really like the person but long to unfriend them because they don't know when to stop. I like lots of friends but sometimes I never see their posts unless I go to their walls.

I try to give everybody the benefit of the doubt and try to believe all the things people promise me, but for the most part I find myself taking care of everything that happens to me in my life BY MYSELF. I have volunteered many times to do things I was not one hundred percent fond of, because a friend needed my help and I did it, most times with a smile and found a lot of times I actually enjoyed doing the task. But for me? I just don't get it. What do I do to people? Am I that boring or old or whatever that no one wants to be around me? Really people. What am I NOT doing? If I win a contest, I am the one whose name doesn't get posted. If I write a book, no one takes me seriously. If I order with a group at a restaraunt I always get served last or the order is messed up. I couldn't even find someone to ride with me on an expense-paid day trip. A girl could catch a complex. Do any of you feel this way too?

I see other people succeed everyday. But as I sit in my cube at work and do my job to the best of my ability.only a handful of people ever acknowledge that I am breathing. I sit there for eight hours a day, and feel life passing by. So I turned to putting my words on paper. For now, no one reads that either.

I was told I should write for myself. So I guess that's the direction I will take. Maybe in the future someone will ask, "did you know this lady"?

Anyway that's enough whining for this year, so I will get back to doing what I do. But if sometimes you long for in depth conversation about something besides ripping another person apart, send me mail or call me. I especially love history, ancestors and debating ideas.

Hope you have a nice evening.

© Joyce (Tidwell) Burns, ChynaMoon Creations, Chyna Moon Press,  1997-2012