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Monday, August 15, 2011
STUBBORN AS A MULE
8-13-11...STUBBORN AS A MULE
I know I'm stubborn as a mule and I have no problem admitting that. Not that I'm proud of it but I might as well go ahead and admit it. If anyone is more stubborn than me it has to be Brenda. We butted heads so many times it's a wonder we had any sense left at all. I can remember one bad time when we didn't speak for two weeks. Well really we were not Allowed to speak for two weeks. We were arguing about a blouse that I had loaned her and she had kept it so long it had become 'hers'. She was really positive that it was hers and I knew it was mine and wanted it back. We got in a tug-o-war one day and ripped the blouse to smithereens, there was no fixing it, It was ruined. Brenda said, “You can have the old blouse. I don't want it anymore,"and she threw it in my face. When she said that my brain boiled I think. I was so mad at her that I was stunned for a moment, but only a moment. I took the blouse and started hitting her with it. Now that wouldn't have hurt much if it was just a blouse but the buttons made it a weapon to be sure. When Brenda started screeching of course here came Mamma to see what was going on.
What are you two up to now?" she said. "Mamma she tore my blouse up, give her a whipping", I said. "No She did it I didn't" Brenda hollered. On and on it went till Mamma hushed us with one of her 'Looks'. Mamma left the room and I told Brenda to get out and take that old blouse and Don't come back ever. "Nope, I aint'a', gonna do it" she said. That got the fight going again kicking, scratching, and hitting. "Get outta here you old turd" I hollered at her. I got her by the arms and started pulling her to the door but she dug her heels in and grabbed hold of the door handle. That brought me to a abrupt halt and down I went right out the door and on my butt. It had been raining and I sat right down in a mud puddle. Of course Mamma was right behind us. Brenda decided then that she was Ready' to go home and she was going to dart past me. "Oh no Brenda you aint a goin anywhere" I hollered as I grabbed her dress tail and in the mud hole she came. The fight was on again but it was mostly verbal. We called one another the worst names we knew, turd, pooh ball, and of course prissy tail which we both hated.
Mamma said "Brenda go home Now". There was no arguing with Mamma when she used that tone. Brenda lit out like her tail was on fire.
When Daddy got home he and Mamma had a private talk then he walked out to Brenda's house. I jumped up to go with him because I was all over the feud now. My Parents both told me no I wasn't going to see Brenda for a while. I bawled and splutterd to no avail. It was two weeks before we were allowed to see one another again and they were long weeks to us. When my Auntie brought Brenda down after the two weeks she and Mamma asked us if we thought we could behave ourselves now and get along. Brenda and I were hugging but I almost started another war when I blurted out, "Well it was Brenda's fault she tore up my blouse". Oh my gosh. How many times in my life have I let my mouth over rule my brain? Oh, not over a zillion.
I know I'm stubborn as a mule and I have no problem admitting that. Not that I'm proud of it but I might as well go ahead and admit it. If anyone is more stubborn than me it has to be Brenda. We butted heads so many times it's a wonder we had any sense left at all. I can remember one bad time when we didn't speak for two weeks. Well really we were not Allowed to speak for two weeks. We were arguing about a blouse that I had loaned her and she had kept it so long it had become 'hers'. She was really positive that it was hers and I knew it was mine and wanted it back. We got in a tug-o-war one day and ripped the blouse to smithereens, there was no fixing it, It was ruined. Brenda said, “You can have the old blouse. I don't want it anymore,"and she threw it in my face. When she said that my brain boiled I think. I was so mad at her that I was stunned for a moment, but only a moment. I took the blouse and started hitting her with it. Now that wouldn't have hurt much if it was just a blouse but the buttons made it a weapon to be sure. When Brenda started screeching of course here came Mamma to see what was going on.
What are you two up to now?" she said. "Mamma she tore my blouse up, give her a whipping", I said. "No She did it I didn't" Brenda hollered. On and on it went till Mamma hushed us with one of her 'Looks'. Mamma left the room and I told Brenda to get out and take that old blouse and Don't come back ever. "Nope, I aint'a', gonna do it" she said. That got the fight going again kicking, scratching, and hitting. "Get outta here you old turd" I hollered at her. I got her by the arms and started pulling her to the door but she dug her heels in and grabbed hold of the door handle. That brought me to a abrupt halt and down I went right out the door and on my butt. It had been raining and I sat right down in a mud puddle. Of course Mamma was right behind us. Brenda decided then that she was Ready' to go home and she was going to dart past me. "Oh no Brenda you aint a goin anywhere" I hollered as I grabbed her dress tail and in the mud hole she came. The fight was on again but it was mostly verbal. We called one another the worst names we knew, turd, pooh ball, and of course prissy tail which we both hated.
Mamma said "Brenda go home Now". There was no arguing with Mamma when she used that tone. Brenda lit out like her tail was on fire.
When Daddy got home he and Mamma had a private talk then he walked out to Brenda's house. I jumped up to go with him because I was all over the feud now. My Parents both told me no I wasn't going to see Brenda for a while. I bawled and splutterd to no avail. It was two weeks before we were allowed to see one another again and they were long weeks to us. When my Auntie brought Brenda down after the two weeks she and Mamma asked us if we thought we could behave ourselves now and get along. Brenda and I were hugging but I almost started another war when I blurted out, "Well it was Brenda's fault she tore up my blouse". Oh my gosh. How many times in my life have I let my mouth over rule my brain? Oh, not over a zillion.
Friday, August 12, 2011
THOUGHTS ON THINGS I'VE LEARNED
8-11-2011...THOUGHTS ON THINGS I'VE LEARNED
Over the years I have learned a lot of things. I certainly have learned that I am hard headed and stubborn. I'm sure not proud of that fact but it IS' a fact. I'd like to think that I've learned lots of more worthwhile things. Like knowing that it is much easier to laugh than it is to cry. I learned by doing, by seeing,by listening, but most of all by experiencing. I've learned that if I failed it was not my Parents fault or anyone else' for that matter. There is a song by Johnny Cash vowing that Mamma tried.
Mamma and Daddy taught me right from wrong and gave me the tannings if I didn't listen. So Whatever has gone wrong is MY' fault.
Some of the things we face now were so much easier in my youth if in fact they were faced at all. Things have gotten so complicated now and I still cling to the things that were so much more simple. Our philosophy was slow down and live life, smell the roses because they are here a short time just the way we are and it would be such a shame to miss that sweet fragrance. Now some seem to live on the plan or get them before they get you. How sad.
I have pity parties at times. I know they are a waste of my time as well as anyone else' time but I still find myself knee deep in them. Good Grief! How stupid is that? Sometimes it is heartbreaking to remember my past but most time my heart is warmed by it. When I face something now that I think is impossible I just have to stop and remember the difficult times my parents had and I realize how easy I've had it. Boy I get off my pity party fast.
The love my Parents gave me sustained me through many times when it felt like no one loved me. They taught me my self worth, and that No one is better than me but I am better than no one. When I was under the teaching and example of my Parents it was easy to see the good in everyone now it is hard to find good in some people. I am ashamed to say that there are some that I have never found any good in no matter how hard I try.
Trying to tell the youth what we have learned from experience usually falls on deaf ears. I didn't always listen either it just doesn't seem like I had as much to learn as youth do now. I learned so many things the hard way even with my Parents right there to guide me.
I am not as fast or alert as I once was so I've learned to slow way down so I don't make so many mistakes. Age does that to you don't ya know!
There are not enough words in the dictionary to express how very much the people who have been in my life have meant to me. My Parents, My Brother Norman, My sweet Son Richard who gave me so much Joy. To my friends that have come and gone throughout my life and left a part of them with me. My Friends of here and now who are so very important to me. All I can say is Thank you for being there. Thank you for being such a vital part of my life. I appreciate you all more than you'll ever know!!! My Parents taught me to tell everyone that are close to me, I Love You every chance I get just in case one time is all I've got. SOOO!! I LOVE YOU!!!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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