Embarrassing Parents

I am one of those

Parents

whose

Kids

always ask,

"Don't embarrass us!"

And I always say,

"It's my job."

I am sure all

Parents,

at one time

or another,

across this wonderful big world of ours,

love to embarrass their kids once in awhile.

It's because we remember,

when we were their age,

how important our image was,

in front of our friends.

How we all wanted to look cool.

But as

Parents,

we realize,

how pointless it all becomes once you get to our age

"Who Cares!"

To prove this fact,

I want to show you a couple of pictures I found on the website

Boredpanda.

Article by

Lina D.

 Parenting Tip!

What can I say about this?

Selfie?

Mom found her son's vase.

This is,

Telling You There Are 55 Different Pictures With Captions On The Website

And You Can Vote For Your Favorites,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Have you ever noticed how parents can go from the most wonderful people in the world to totally embarrassing in three seconds?”
- Rick Riordan -

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I Have A Lot To Do

I don't have time to come up with a great story today like I did yesterday,
I have a lot of things to do.
Here is a
Re-Post
of my
December 27th, 2015
story called
 The Mind Has A Vanity All Its Own.

*****
For all of
Humanity,
there is phenomenon which has happened in one's own mind since Men & Women
discovered their reflection in a pool of water.

Our eyes like to play tricks with our mind. 

Or is it, 

our mind likes to play tricks with what we see? 

When we are children, 

we look to our reflection 
and imagine someone older. 

We become teenagers 

and the reflection belies a maturity that we are becoming adults. 

Then comes the age of invincibility. 

When we are in our twenties,

our mind tells us to live on the edge.

Because we think so much of life is still before us 

and nothing could possibly stop us. 

When the insuperable facade of believing 

Father Time 

will let you live forever in your

 Twenties,
is over
and you begin to see the wrinkles,

the mind still imagines itself younger then the rest of the world does. 

Even at advance ages, 

the mind still sees itself attractive to people younger. 

It's not until the advent of the commercially introduced art of photography did our hallucinations about ourselves stop 

and reality sink in. 

Our mind has a vanity all its own. 

It doesn't believe we should know our true age. 

If you don't believe me, 

try not looking at any photographs of yourself for one month. 

It's OK to see yourself in the mirror daily, 

just don't take a picture of yourself. 

Then, 

after the month is over, 

take a photo, 

close enough to see your body 

and face clearly.
Then compare it to a photograph from 10 years prior.

You will feel a little confusion as you think, 

that's not how I look. 

It's the same phenomenon people go through when they hear their voice on a recording for the first time. 

Non of us believe how we sound on any recording, 

and non of us believe how our mind deceives us on the condition of our looks. 

The mind has a vanity all its own.

This is,

I May Be Turning Sixty,
But I Am Still Sexy,
In My Own Mind,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist, a master, can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is...and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be...and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply imprisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart...no matter what the merciless hours have done to her.”

- Robert A. Heinlein -

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The Reincarnation

    "Son, you are old enough to start learning the teachings of Samsara." Says Jyotirdhar, the holder of the flame, to his child Ilamuhil, the youthful.
    Ilamuhil is considered to be only 4 years old. But speaks and understands many of the teachings already. 
    Jyotirdhar explains further to his son. "Samsara is the eternal cycle of birth, life and deaths. Each individual soul is immortal and eternal. But it is controlled by our Karma. The moral law of our actions and reactions. We believe that each individual accumulates Karma during his or her lifetimes and the present condition of the current body and soul is affected by our past actions in those previous lives. We must achieve Moksha. Which breaks the ties that bind us to any one life and world so we can completely achieve Nirvana."
    Jyotirdhar looks to Ilamuhil to see if he understands. Then continues with, "A body and soul, which has achieved Moksha, is released from Samsara. The eternal cycle of suffering and pain as a living being."
    "Father please," Ilamuhil interrupts. "Do you tell me this because Fazeela, the faithful and my Mother, lies in the funeral fires?"
    "Yes," his Father replies. "Even though your Mother has not yet achieved Moksha, we can be assured that her next incarnation as a being in another world will bring her that much closer to Nirvana."
    "How can you tell Father?"
    "Because we are the first beings created in this incarnation of the Universe. There have been many Universes created one after another and in this one, we were chosen to be the first."
    "I think I understand," says a confused looking Ilamuhil. "But how can you be so sure Mother is close to Moksha?"
    "Because we are advanced enough in our understanding of religion and technology combine that we now know which planet our loved ones will be reborn. Once she is, we will be able to watch her from afar as she progresses through her new life." Jyotirdhar says while clasping his hands together in prayer.
    "Will she know? Will she know we are watching?" A concerned Ilamuhil asks.
    "The new planet has a saying for the loved who watch their kin from afar. They call them Guardian Angels. And when Fazeela the faithful, your Mother, is recreated or reincarnated, it will be on that world. They call their planet Earth. In a Galaxy they call the Milky Way!"
    Ilamuhil shakes his head in understanding. "We will watch her together until we too must move on to the next life."

This is,

Believing In Karma,

Believing In A Different Form Of Reincarnation,

And In This Story

Combining A Little Buddhism With A Lot Of Hinduism,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
- Rumi -

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Saying Hi A Second Time Around

From
December 14th, 2015
called
Two Buck Howie.

*****
All my life I have had a nickname, 

in one form
or another. 

When I was first went to school at 

Saint Mary's Grade School, 

because of my last name, 

Hauenstein, 

I was known as
Howie. 

That name has stuck with me all my life. 

There have been other names, 

but each year 

Howie  

has always won out. 

When I started playing music live in bars 

and clubs, 

I was still called  

Howie. 

It wasn't until I decided to start the last rock band I played in, 

before moving to
California, 

did the full moniker come about. 

I was sitting at a bar with one of my best friends, 

Scott, 

trying to figure out a name for the new band I was starting.
When, 

off the top of his head, 

Scott
blurts out,  

Two Buck Howie With The Exact Change.  

I loved it. 

After I moved to
California
I thought, 

if friends, 

and family members,

ever wanted to find me I would still use  

Two Buck Howie  

as my nickname, 

in my
Email Address,
Twitter Handle,
Facebook Page,
and on my

Blog. 

When I had a job though, 

I asked everyone, 

just to call me 

Howie. 

To make this extremely long story shorter, 

after twenty-five years, 

Kelly Conley, 

one of the fine musicians I played with during the 1980s, 

found me by doing a 

Google Search 

of 

Two Buck Howie. 

Today, 

he is the 

Director of Sales 

at the 

Radisson Hotel & Conference Center Kenosha,  

in
Pleasant Prairie, Wisconsin.

He still plays guitar

and sent me one of his original songs.
It is great to hear from you!
*****
I also want to say hi to
Paul Blavat
and
Jeffery Taschner
for locating me on
Facebook.

This is,

Happy For The Pleasant Surprise This Holiday Season,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” 

- Maya Angelou -

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Everything Comes Back In Style

You probably have heard the expression,

"Everything comes back in style."

If you haven't,

you heard it hear first.

What is meant by this saying is,

Fashions Come Back In Style,

Remakes Of Movies,

Books,

and now,

Old Time Radio.

Growing up I loved to listen to

Baseball

on the radio.

People like

Bob Uecker,

Vin Scully,

and

Harry Caray

could paint a picture of the action going on the field

and had many background stories of the players,

that my interest never waned.

When I got a older,

I would stay up late because one of the

AM Radio Stations

in

Los Angeles

would play some of the great serials my parents used to listened to.

Like

The Shadow,

Suspense,

and

The New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

There is something about listening to a story on the radio that stirs the imagination better than

TV.

 At least it does for me.

Now,

instead of waiting for your favorite

Old Time Radio Show

coming on at a certain time over the airwaves,

 You can listen to a

Podcast

anytime you want.

the shows are just waiting for you on the internet.

They have everything from

Education,

Comedy,

Sci-Fi,

Horror,

Science,

to

TV &Film.

And everything in between.
Yes,
you can also find some of the classic radio shows too!

This is,

Listening To "Exploration" With Dr. Michio Kaku,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy.”
- John Geddes -

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