10-12-09...LATE NIGHT IN THE BATHROOM
I'm going to tell you a tale on my Husband Don. I swear if you ever tell him I told you this I'll say you lied like a big fat dog. Don goes to the bathroom a lot during the night. And I swear I think he is asleep while he goes. He doesn't wake up easy. He has gone to sleep and fell off the pot, went in the closet instead of the bathroom, (and if he ever does that again he is a goner) gone out the door and fell off the steps, I could go on and on. But right now I've got this to tell. One night last week he was up and down as usual. Well he had been having trouble with those thingies that you use Preparation H for.(GOT IT) OK. Here is the rest of the story. I have some of that strong pain rub in my drawer just below his drawer and he is not supposed to rummage around my drawer. Well as I said before I think he is asleep when he goes to the bathroom. SOOOOO! I was lying there sleeping peacefully when I was blasted out of my sleep with the loudest scream I believe I've ever heard. Then there was a slammed door and lots of foot stomping coming from the vicinity of the bathroom. Am I gettin' ahead of you? No? I didn't think so. I didn't know what was going on so I jumped (or maybe I fell) out of bed, stumped my toe on the bed rail, or something or other down there. Anyway I took off running. I was planning on running in the opposite direction of the noise. Hey I didn't know what it was. Coulda' been someone comin' to cut my throat. Right? I met Don in the hallway and he was dancing and hoping, and yelping like a hyenna. I said for goodness sake you woke me out of a sound sleep what's wrong with you ( I was saying all this through giggles because you aint seen nothing till you see Don moving fast, just don't happen!!!) IT WAS FUUUNNNYYY! Well he finally told me what happened (as soon as he could get his breath) and I was supposed to stop the giggling and get serious, RIGHT! WRONG. It's just not in me to stop giggling once I get started. NO WAY!! NO HOW!! He would dance a little and I would giggle a lot and that went on even after he got mad as an old wet hen and told me to shut up and do something. I wasn't shuttin' up and I certainly wasn't doin' nothin'. He got himself there He could sure get himself out. He wasn't supposed to be rummagin' around in my drawer anyway. SO THERE!!! I still can't keep a straight face when I think about it and Don still don't think it is one bit funny. It took a long soak in the tub before his face turned back to the normal color. His face was a rainbow of colors before that happened. I had to almost sign my name with my own blood to a contract before he would believe I wouldn't tell it to everyone I see. Well I've only told it to a few dozen people. Not bad HUH? MORAL (IF THERE IS ONE) MAKE SURE YOU ARE AWAKE BEFORE YOU USE PREPARATION H!!! MAYBE I'LL TELL YOU SOME MORE OF THOSE LATE NIGHT BATHROOM ESCAPADES LATER. YEP I WILL!!!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
SITTING ON MY BUTT
10-12-09...SITTING ON MY BUTT
Falling happens fast and all you can do is look around to make sure no one is watching and get up. That applies to everyday life as well as actually falling.
One morning last week I went into the bathroom to get dressed. My Goodness, I've never had such a production of the simple task of getting dressed.
The first thing I did was to get my jammie top hung in my glasses as I took it over my head. Couldn't see a dad burned thing as I did my acrobatic act of getting loose and not breaking my glasses. My hair then got hung up in a button on the jammie top and I got claustrophobia real fast. I kept quiet because I didn't want anyone to see the predicament I was in. I finally tore the hair out by the roots and I was free.
I sat down on the closed commode to gather my wits. My goodness by now I was shaking like a leaf in a tornado. Ok Now I know I have to get the rest of my clothes on. I sat right where I was and proceeded to put my support hose on. Now anyone who has ever worn them dang things know what a struggle that is. Tug, wiggle, tug, pull, wiggle, and squirm and be sure you pee first. YEP!
By the time I got them things up I'm worn out again so I set back on the pot lid for a spell. My Gosh! Maybe I'll just go out like this I'm thinkin'. But No, All that's left is my jeans and my shoes so I proceed.
I get one leg in the jeans and it's the wrong leg so off they come and I put it in the leg it belongs in. So far So good! One more leg to go. Now you aint'a'gonna believe this. I lifted my other leg and aimed at the leg of the jeans. I got it part way in the leg. Good, Right? Wrong!! Heck fire I'm trying to put both legs in the same hole. Dad burn it anyway!
Now here is where it gets interesting. I can't see spit because I took my glasses off and put them in a safe place. Don't wanna' break them things now do I? Nope! All at once I've danced my last dance and I sit right down on that cold hard floor. YEP! Smack dab on the floor with my legs all tangled up till I don't think I can move an inch. Now would be a good time to holler for help wouldn't it? Heck fire no, I aint gonna let nobody see me in this position. I rolled around like a sack full of balloons for I don't know how long but I finally got on my feet. Me Myself and I got on my feet. Yep! That is when the pain showed up big time. I got myself in my recliner and used my heat pad and my ice pack at the same time. Was not about to tell anybody I fell. Heck fire no way will I tell certain people that I fell. I aint telling anybody. So you just dreamed you read this. OK? YEP!
Falling happens fast and all you can do is look around to make sure no one is watching and get up. That applies to everyday life as well as actually falling.
One morning last week I went into the bathroom to get dressed. My Goodness, I've never had such a production of the simple task of getting dressed.
The first thing I did was to get my jammie top hung in my glasses as I took it over my head. Couldn't see a dad burned thing as I did my acrobatic act of getting loose and not breaking my glasses. My hair then got hung up in a button on the jammie top and I got claustrophobia real fast. I kept quiet because I didn't want anyone to see the predicament I was in. I finally tore the hair out by the roots and I was free.
I sat down on the closed commode to gather my wits. My goodness by now I was shaking like a leaf in a tornado. Ok Now I know I have to get the rest of my clothes on. I sat right where I was and proceeded to put my support hose on. Now anyone who has ever worn them dang things know what a struggle that is. Tug, wiggle, tug, pull, wiggle, and squirm and be sure you pee first. YEP!
By the time I got them things up I'm worn out again so I set back on the pot lid for a spell. My Gosh! Maybe I'll just go out like this I'm thinkin'. But No, All that's left is my jeans and my shoes so I proceed.
I get one leg in the jeans and it's the wrong leg so off they come and I put it in the leg it belongs in. So far So good! One more leg to go. Now you aint'a'gonna believe this. I lifted my other leg and aimed at the leg of the jeans. I got it part way in the leg. Good, Right? Wrong!! Heck fire I'm trying to put both legs in the same hole. Dad burn it anyway!
Now here is where it gets interesting. I can't see spit because I took my glasses off and put them in a safe place. Don't wanna' break them things now do I? Nope! All at once I've danced my last dance and I sit right down on that cold hard floor. YEP! Smack dab on the floor with my legs all tangled up till I don't think I can move an inch. Now would be a good time to holler for help wouldn't it? Heck fire no, I aint gonna let nobody see me in this position. I rolled around like a sack full of balloons for I don't know how long but I finally got on my feet. Me Myself and I got on my feet. Yep! That is when the pain showed up big time. I got myself in my recliner and used my heat pad and my ice pack at the same time. Was not about to tell anybody I fell. Heck fire no way will I tell certain people that I fell. I aint telling anybody. So you just dreamed you read this. OK? YEP!
INNER THOUGHTS
10-12-09...INNER THOUGHTS
I had the best of my life when I was growing up in my Parents house and when My son Richard was growing up in my house. Anything before or after has been window dressing. I have gone on but I've never been the same person.
I've had to strive daily since Richards death. It has not been easy. No one then or now wants to talk about or listen to me talk about my son. I don't really understand that but I do accept it finally. I have pen and paper and I can talk about and to Richard. I do that every day. I can keep him alive in my heart in the same way I keep my childhood alive. Sweet good memories that are all I can have of happier times.
Richard was a beautiful sweet child until life situations colored his inner self just the way they did mine. The only thing I could provide for Richard for many years was my Great unconditional love. I did that and I still do that. He was and he will forever be my main source of life. I will see him again someday when The Lord calls me home. I am ready to go but I am also ready to stay if that is The Lords Will. When I finally do walk through the Gates of Heaven I know Richard will meet me and then I will be with him forever. I look to that day, but for now I am striving to do as My Lord expects of me here on this earth.
I had the best of my life when I was growing up in my Parents house and when My son Richard was growing up in my house. Anything before or after has been window dressing. I have gone on but I've never been the same person.
I've had to strive daily since Richards death. It has not been easy. No one then or now wants to talk about or listen to me talk about my son. I don't really understand that but I do accept it finally. I have pen and paper and I can talk about and to Richard. I do that every day. I can keep him alive in my heart in the same way I keep my childhood alive. Sweet good memories that are all I can have of happier times.
Richard was a beautiful sweet child until life situations colored his inner self just the way they did mine. The only thing I could provide for Richard for many years was my Great unconditional love. I did that and I still do that. He was and he will forever be my main source of life. I will see him again someday when The Lord calls me home. I am ready to go but I am also ready to stay if that is The Lords Will. When I finally do walk through the Gates of Heaven I know Richard will meet me and then I will be with him forever. I look to that day, but for now I am striving to do as My Lord expects of me here on this earth.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
TO TOLERATE
10-9-09...TOLERATION IS NOT A MYTH
tol·er·ate
1. To allow without prohibiting or opposing; permit.
2. To recognize and respect (the rights, beliefs, or practices of others).
3. To put up with; endure
4. Medicine To have tolerance for (a substance or pathogen).
This is the definition of tolerate.
I've tried to learn tolerance and in my life I've had to use tolerance a lot.
No matter what happens today my life will go on unscathed. If I wake in the morning things of today are just water under the bridge never to return. I'll forget what people have said to hurt me and I'll hope that I have said things to make someone feel loved.
You can learn a lot about a person by what and how much they can tolerate, and that no matter how much I am irritated by them I'd probably miss them if they didn't exist.
Daddy said don't always stand outside with your face lifted to the trees just waiting for a bird to come along and deposit right between your eyes. If you do this you are expecting and will get the worst.
I've learned that people who hurt others for no reason have very likely been hurt themselves. But just because I have pain and hurt doesn't give me a right to be a pain!!
I know that I need to look past what others are saying and doing but to look at my own shortcomings.
My Aunt once told someone who was making trouble to sweep off her own doorstep before she criticized others.
Tolerance is a big word. Hard to achieve sometimes but I strive for it daily. I know that I fail and I'm not perfect and I still have a whole bunch to learn.
tol·er·ate
1. To allow without prohibiting or opposing; permit.
2. To recognize and respect (the rights, beliefs, or practices of others).
3. To put up with; endure
4. Medicine To have tolerance for (a substance or pathogen).
This is the definition of tolerate.
I've tried to learn tolerance and in my life I've had to use tolerance a lot.
No matter what happens today my life will go on unscathed. If I wake in the morning things of today are just water under the bridge never to return. I'll forget what people have said to hurt me and I'll hope that I have said things to make someone feel loved.
You can learn a lot about a person by what and how much they can tolerate, and that no matter how much I am irritated by them I'd probably miss them if they didn't exist.
Daddy said don't always stand outside with your face lifted to the trees just waiting for a bird to come along and deposit right between your eyes. If you do this you are expecting and will get the worst.
I've learned that people who hurt others for no reason have very likely been hurt themselves. But just because I have pain and hurt doesn't give me a right to be a pain!!
I know that I need to look past what others are saying and doing but to look at my own shortcomings.
My Aunt once told someone who was making trouble to sweep off her own doorstep before she criticized others.
Tolerance is a big word. Hard to achieve sometimes but I strive for it daily. I know that I fail and I'm not perfect and I still have a whole bunch to learn.
TODAY IS ALL WE HAVE
10-9-09...TODAY IS ALL WE HAVE
My Parents taught me that I could do anything I wanted to do. They said try, reach for it. If you fall get up and try again. They said don't worry about the future or even tomorrow because Today is all we have. Do your best today and the future will take care of it's self.
The falling is what makes us strong, or does us in. We can lie there and wait for tomorrow or get up and finish out today. They taught me to get up. There is no future if you don't get up.
I have friends and family who are in such a hurry to get to tomorrow they forget about today and now. You can ask them to come for a visit but they don't have time because tomorrow they gotta have this or that done. How very foolish. Look what they are missing.
Now I'll admit I'll was one of those hurry up kind of people now and then but not as much as some I know. I had a dear friend who never could even be still long enough to have a phone chat with me. She had been that way all her life. She thought I was lazy I am sure because I took time to enjoy today. My house wasn't always spotless but you could eat off her floors if she would let you walk on them. I refused to have to take my shoes off every time I went in her house. Therefore we lost touch. She died a few years ago. Still in a hurry to get somewhere. If she had only slowed down and looked to today. She didn't seem to realize the future would take care of it's self.
I am slow now because I have to be. I neither know or care about the future. I live today to the best of my ability. That is what my Parents taught me and I'm still here. I'm still slow but I still enjoy the sunrise. When God calls me I'm ready to go but I sure aint gonna hurry the going none!!!! Nope!!!
My Parents taught me that I could do anything I wanted to do. They said try, reach for it. If you fall get up and try again. They said don't worry about the future or even tomorrow because Today is all we have. Do your best today and the future will take care of it's self.
The falling is what makes us strong, or does us in. We can lie there and wait for tomorrow or get up and finish out today. They taught me to get up. There is no future if you don't get up.
I have friends and family who are in such a hurry to get to tomorrow they forget about today and now. You can ask them to come for a visit but they don't have time because tomorrow they gotta have this or that done. How very foolish. Look what they are missing.
Now I'll admit I'll was one of those hurry up kind of people now and then but not as much as some I know. I had a dear friend who never could even be still long enough to have a phone chat with me. She had been that way all her life. She thought I was lazy I am sure because I took time to enjoy today. My house wasn't always spotless but you could eat off her floors if she would let you walk on them. I refused to have to take my shoes off every time I went in her house. Therefore we lost touch. She died a few years ago. Still in a hurry to get somewhere. If she had only slowed down and looked to today. She didn't seem to realize the future would take care of it's self.
I am slow now because I have to be. I neither know or care about the future. I live today to the best of my ability. That is what my Parents taught me and I'm still here. I'm still slow but I still enjoy the sunrise. When God calls me I'm ready to go but I sure aint gonna hurry the going none!!!! Nope!!!
RETIREMENT
10-9-09...RETIREMENT!!!!!
Planning my retirement was a big joke. When I got up early every morning and hit the road to work without my third cup of coffee. I thought, Boy one of these days I can sleep all day if I want to. I can sit in my robe and drink coffee as long as I want to every morning.
What A joke. I'm up at least four time nightly cause my bladder has to be emptied. Then in the mornings three sips of coffee and off I go again. Sit All Morning? HA!
I remember my Daddy saying many times. “I've worked all my life so that I could retire and do anything I want to do. Now that I have I aint' able to do a dad burned thing. Boy Howdy am I understanding that right now.
I wanted to concrete my alarm clock in. The durn thing had been thrown across the room enough times it was shot any ways. I threw it in the trash and got me one of them new fangled clocks with a whole bunch of settings. It talked to me, played music to me, and even sounded like rain, or waterfalls, or a bunch of other things. The blamed thing did have an alarm on it but I wasn't planning on using it. WRONG!!! Now days I have to set that durn thing anyway cause Drs seem to think all us oldies need early morning appointments. First time I heard a space machine coming in my bedroom at 4:00 Am I threw that durned new fangled clock farther that I ever did the old wind up.
In retirement there is never any sleeping in. Nope! Your body is used to being up early and teaching an old dog new tricks never happens. Ya Know, You can lead a horse to water but ya can't make him drink', that kind of thing.
Driving at night is a hazard to everyone on the road so those peaceful moonlight rides in the country are out of the question. Now that I have time I can't see to drive and I can't get away from my pot very long or I'll have to change my clothes. Oh Well why the heck I thought I wanted to do that is now a mystery to me anyway.
Week-ends are just regular days now. No rushing to do laundry, shopping, etc. Now it's trying to figure out what day of the month it is or even what month or year it is. GOOD GRIEF
But Heck Fire, I'm retired and that's what I worked for all those years. Well By Golly I've reached my goal and reaching a goal aint nothing to look on lightly. NOPE!!
Planning my retirement was a big joke. When I got up early every morning and hit the road to work without my third cup of coffee. I thought, Boy one of these days I can sleep all day if I want to. I can sit in my robe and drink coffee as long as I want to every morning.
What A joke. I'm up at least four time nightly cause my bladder has to be emptied. Then in the mornings three sips of coffee and off I go again. Sit All Morning? HA!
I remember my Daddy saying many times. “I've worked all my life so that I could retire and do anything I want to do. Now that I have I aint' able to do a dad burned thing. Boy Howdy am I understanding that right now.
I wanted to concrete my alarm clock in. The durn thing had been thrown across the room enough times it was shot any ways. I threw it in the trash and got me one of them new fangled clocks with a whole bunch of settings. It talked to me, played music to me, and even sounded like rain, or waterfalls, or a bunch of other things. The blamed thing did have an alarm on it but I wasn't planning on using it. WRONG!!! Now days I have to set that durn thing anyway cause Drs seem to think all us oldies need early morning appointments. First time I heard a space machine coming in my bedroom at 4:00 Am I threw that durned new fangled clock farther that I ever did the old wind up.
In retirement there is never any sleeping in. Nope! Your body is used to being up early and teaching an old dog new tricks never happens. Ya Know, You can lead a horse to water but ya can't make him drink', that kind of thing.
Driving at night is a hazard to everyone on the road so those peaceful moonlight rides in the country are out of the question. Now that I have time I can't see to drive and I can't get away from my pot very long or I'll have to change my clothes. Oh Well why the heck I thought I wanted to do that is now a mystery to me anyway.
Week-ends are just regular days now. No rushing to do laundry, shopping, etc. Now it's trying to figure out what day of the month it is or even what month or year it is. GOOD GRIEF
But Heck Fire, I'm retired and that's what I worked for all those years. Well By Golly I've reached my goal and reaching a goal aint nothing to look on lightly. NOPE!!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
MY CHOICE
10-7-09...MY CHOICE
I love sunrise. It is the start to a brand new day. Everything including me is fresh and new. Ready to face what the day will bring with a new perspective on what lies ahead. I can use the new day any way I wish. Mistakes of yesterday are no more. They all flew away in my dreams if I am lucky. I don't have to bring all the stupidity of yesterday in to my new day unless I choose to. The fact that sometimes I choose to is my fault. Even if the sun is hidden behind the clouds and the dark sky is red , I can choose to see the beauty in that too. MY CHOISE.
The sunrise brings all things new. It is a quiet time when it seems all the world has grown still and peaceful. I have all I need to make this day great or a disappointment. Again it is MY choice. I can choose to enjoy the Peace and beauty as the sun rises over the horizon or I can close my eyes and refuse to enjoy it. MY Choice.
I have lots of possibilities for today. I am the only one who can see these possibilities to fruition. My Choice
I can let irritations creep in, and sometimes I do, or I can rise above them. My Choice.
I love sunrise so why do I choose sometimes to snub my nose at it and think, “You can't make me like things the way they are. I want more”.
I have a choice to make for my day as that magnificent orb of golden light awakens the earth and gives light to my world fresh and new. My choices are not always right and good but I Choose to make my choices better every sunrise. THAT'S MY CHOICE!!!
I love sunrise. It is the start to a brand new day. Everything including me is fresh and new. Ready to face what the day will bring with a new perspective on what lies ahead. I can use the new day any way I wish. Mistakes of yesterday are no more. They all flew away in my dreams if I am lucky. I don't have to bring all the stupidity of yesterday in to my new day unless I choose to. The fact that sometimes I choose to is my fault. Even if the sun is hidden behind the clouds and the dark sky is red , I can choose to see the beauty in that too. MY CHOISE.
The sunrise brings all things new. It is a quiet time when it seems all the world has grown still and peaceful. I have all I need to make this day great or a disappointment. Again it is MY choice. I can choose to enjoy the Peace and beauty as the sun rises over the horizon or I can close my eyes and refuse to enjoy it. MY Choice.
I have lots of possibilities for today. I am the only one who can see these possibilities to fruition. My Choice
I can let irritations creep in, and sometimes I do, or I can rise above them. My Choice.
I love sunrise so why do I choose sometimes to snub my nose at it and think, “You can't make me like things the way they are. I want more”.
I have a choice to make for my day as that magnificent orb of golden light awakens the earth and gives light to my world fresh and new. My choices are not always right and good but I Choose to make my choices better every sunrise. THAT'S MY CHOICE!!!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
MELANCHOLY
10-6-09...MELANCHOLY
a feeling of thoughtful sadness
a constitutional tendency to be gloomy and depressed
characterized by or causing or expressing sadness; "growing more melancholy every hour"; "her melancholic smile"; "we acquainted him with the ...
black bile: a humor that was once believed to be secreted by the kidneys or spleen and to cause sadness and melancholy
somber: grave or even gloomy in character; "solemn and mournful music"; "a suit of somber black"; "a somber mood
I didn't want to say any of the above so I'll just say I have been melancholy for several weeks now.
I'm getting tired of covering up my gray hair, wearing long baggy shirts to hide my corn pone hips, or to hide the age spots on my face. Heck fire that is too darn much trouble. Besides that it takes too much time from the things I still find enjoyable.
I like to remember my youth fondly but not try to achieve any of it again. I want to sit in my chair and rock as I watch the beauty of the changing seasons around me. I want to see what I can see while I can still see. I want to go as many places as I can while I can.
I don't want to remember any hard, sorrowful , or tragic events in my life. But I do want to remember every one of the sweet, magic, exciting, and wonderful memories of my life because I have had a bunch of them.
I don't want to regret anything I have ever done or said, (though I surely do sometimes). I've been told a bunch of times that I need to leave the past behind. Well I respectfully disagree with that. What I try to do is cry for happy and also laugh for happy. Remembering things makes me stronger and more determined to rise above the bad and be proud of the good.
It is kind of like a great painting, a masterpiece so to speak. Paint it all as you go and when the paint is dried and flaking you still see it just as it was when the paint was still dripping. Fresh and new and alive.
I want to keep the young girl in me alive and healthy. I want to look back on it all and smile. A old lady once told me, “Honey even the worst, most tragic and hurtful times in your life you can always find something good that happened then also”. I got to thinking about that and putting it in to practice. You know what? By golly it works!! We don't have to block anything from our lives, we just have to learn how to look on them and say, “JUST LOOK WHAT I LEARNED FROM THAT. LOOK WHAT I GOT OUT OF THAT”!
So now as I sit here with gray hair, wrinkles, sagging body, and forgetful mind, I will have no regrets, I will not worry about how others see me. I will be very content with what I am!!!! YEP!!!
a feeling of thoughtful sadness
a constitutional tendency to be gloomy and depressed
characterized by or causing or expressing sadness; "growing more melancholy every hour"; "her melancholic smile"; "we acquainted him with the ...
black bile: a humor that was once believed to be secreted by the kidneys or spleen and to cause sadness and melancholy
somber: grave or even gloomy in character; "solemn and mournful music"; "a suit of somber black"; "a somber mood
I didn't want to say any of the above so I'll just say I have been melancholy for several weeks now.
I'm getting tired of covering up my gray hair, wearing long baggy shirts to hide my corn pone hips, or to hide the age spots on my face. Heck fire that is too darn much trouble. Besides that it takes too much time from the things I still find enjoyable.
I like to remember my youth fondly but not try to achieve any of it again. I want to sit in my chair and rock as I watch the beauty of the changing seasons around me. I want to see what I can see while I can still see. I want to go as many places as I can while I can.
I don't want to remember any hard, sorrowful , or tragic events in my life. But I do want to remember every one of the sweet, magic, exciting, and wonderful memories of my life because I have had a bunch of them.
I don't want to regret anything I have ever done or said, (though I surely do sometimes). I've been told a bunch of times that I need to leave the past behind. Well I respectfully disagree with that. What I try to do is cry for happy and also laugh for happy. Remembering things makes me stronger and more determined to rise above the bad and be proud of the good.
It is kind of like a great painting, a masterpiece so to speak. Paint it all as you go and when the paint is dried and flaking you still see it just as it was when the paint was still dripping. Fresh and new and alive.
I want to keep the young girl in me alive and healthy. I want to look back on it all and smile. A old lady once told me, “Honey even the worst, most tragic and hurtful times in your life you can always find something good that happened then also”. I got to thinking about that and putting it in to practice. You know what? By golly it works!! We don't have to block anything from our lives, we just have to learn how to look on them and say, “JUST LOOK WHAT I LEARNED FROM THAT. LOOK WHAT I GOT OUT OF THAT”!
So now as I sit here with gray hair, wrinkles, sagging body, and forgetful mind, I will have no regrets, I will not worry about how others see me. I will be very content with what I am!!!! YEP!!!
STILL SMILING
10-5-09...Still Smiling
I'M STILL SMILING
There have been times in my life when I've missed someone so much that I just want to pick them from my dreams and hold them close and hug them. This will never happen but what would life be without that hope that I hold out for. Good Memories are alive in me and when I am so sad I feel like I can't go on I hug those people in my dreams and keep them close in my heart.
Doors of happiness will usually eventually close, but another door will open. I have at times focused all my attention on a closed door that I can't see the new door opening for me. I have most likely missed some of my open doors and they have closed softly behind me.
Looks are often deceiving and the door I am reaching for has no door knob and will not ever open again for me. I have looked for things to make me smile. Closed doors will not cure anything that my heart might feel but happy memories can soothe and add balm to the sting.
I dream what I want to dream for, and strive to be what I want to be and for all the things I want to do, but why do I still look back at the closed doors and wish for what is never to be.
I can still have happiness by making someone else smile and making the best of the things I have and things that are to come. A smile can make so much difference.
I know that a bright future is based on leaving the doors of hurt closed. By going forward in life while still keeping the good memories alive is the only way to be the only one smiling at the closing of my last door.
I'M STILL SMILING
There have been times in my life when I've missed someone so much that I just want to pick them from my dreams and hold them close and hug them. This will never happen but what would life be without that hope that I hold out for. Good Memories are alive in me and when I am so sad I feel like I can't go on I hug those people in my dreams and keep them close in my heart.
Doors of happiness will usually eventually close, but another door will open. I have at times focused all my attention on a closed door that I can't see the new door opening for me. I have most likely missed some of my open doors and they have closed softly behind me.
Looks are often deceiving and the door I am reaching for has no door knob and will not ever open again for me. I have looked for things to make me smile. Closed doors will not cure anything that my heart might feel but happy memories can soothe and add balm to the sting.
I dream what I want to dream for, and strive to be what I want to be and for all the things I want to do, but why do I still look back at the closed doors and wish for what is never to be.
I can still have happiness by making someone else smile and making the best of the things I have and things that are to come. A smile can make so much difference.
I know that a bright future is based on leaving the doors of hurt closed. By going forward in life while still keeping the good memories alive is the only way to be the only one smiling at the closing of my last door.
Monday, October 5, 2009
STUPID FOOLS
10-5-09...STUPID FOOLS!!!
I have been on line and on the phone all morning trying to get a new cell phone which I need desperately. Good Grief!!! These people can act sooo dumb! My Daddy used to call people like that educated fools! If he could only see how very stupid they are now. It is like they are missing all the points I am trying to make. Daddy would not mess with them at all when they started trying to look down on him and act like he was an imbecile, and by golly I aint going to either. That ol' bag told me that my account or myself don't even exist. HUH? What? I sure nuff' exist and I've had an account since 2001 you stupid woman. I told her to just forget the whole darn thing. Don't call or email me again, OK? Well again she didn't get the jist of my comments. Now how come I knew she wouldn't?
A man was the next one to call. I guess that old lady gave up on me. Well, I was sick of her too. He went through a rigamamore about me not wanting to understand what they were telling me. I hung up on him. Another lady emailed me, My name is Susan and I will be happy to assist you as soon as you set up an account. Now I'm getting' mad as an ol' wet hen.!! All in the heck I want is a new phone. What part of that can't you understand? Good Grief!!! I didn't answer that one for a while. Had to cool down my burning thoughts and not say something I shouldn't.
Ok Now I get another call which I very quickly hang up on. Then I write a message to Susan. Susan, Honey would you tell those stupid fools up there not to call me anymore. They are too ignorant to understand plain talk. All they know is what is in a book and they don't even know how to find it in that book. She answers, You are refusing to give us the info we need to help you. Oh My Gosh, Lord Have Mercy. Those idiots!!! I answer the email. You are the most stupid bunch of people I have ever come in contact with in my 64 years here on this earth and each contact is worse. You guys just forget it OK? I will be checking with other wireless companies. All in the heck I want is a new phone. If I can't get one from you idiots then I will go to a company where I can!!!!! Thank You For Your help and consideration.
An hour later I got another email. I'm quiet certain I will be getting a new phone very soon. Well, When I decided to answer the email. Done hung up on Larry by golly!!! To Be Continued!
I have been on line and on the phone all morning trying to get a new cell phone which I need desperately. Good Grief!!! These people can act sooo dumb! My Daddy used to call people like that educated fools! If he could only see how very stupid they are now. It is like they are missing all the points I am trying to make. Daddy would not mess with them at all when they started trying to look down on him and act like he was an imbecile, and by golly I aint going to either. That ol' bag told me that my account or myself don't even exist. HUH? What? I sure nuff' exist and I've had an account since 2001 you stupid woman. I told her to just forget the whole darn thing. Don't call or email me again, OK? Well again she didn't get the jist of my comments. Now how come I knew she wouldn't?
A man was the next one to call. I guess that old lady gave up on me. Well, I was sick of her too. He went through a rigamamore about me not wanting to understand what they were telling me. I hung up on him. Another lady emailed me, My name is Susan and I will be happy to assist you as soon as you set up an account. Now I'm getting' mad as an ol' wet hen.!! All in the heck I want is a new phone. What part of that can't you understand? Good Grief!!! I didn't answer that one for a while. Had to cool down my burning thoughts and not say something I shouldn't.
Ok Now I get another call which I very quickly hang up on. Then I write a message to Susan. Susan, Honey would you tell those stupid fools up there not to call me anymore. They are too ignorant to understand plain talk. All they know is what is in a book and they don't even know how to find it in that book. She answers, You are refusing to give us the info we need to help you. Oh My Gosh, Lord Have Mercy. Those idiots!!! I answer the email. You are the most stupid bunch of people I have ever come in contact with in my 64 years here on this earth and each contact is worse. You guys just forget it OK? I will be checking with other wireless companies. All in the heck I want is a new phone. If I can't get one from you idiots then I will go to a company where I can!!!!! Thank You For Your help and consideration.
An hour later I got another email. I'm quiet certain I will be getting a new phone very soon. Well, When I decided to answer the email. Done hung up on Larry by golly!!! To Be Continued!
AUTUM LEAVES
10-4-09...AUTUMN LEAVES
Lets rake the leaves together, Yellow, brown, and red
We'll make a big ol' bonfire, because the leaves are dead.
Maple leaves and beech leaves, birch leaves, and oak
fir cones and pine needles to kindle in to smoke.
These leaves that all summer, gave us all cool shade
nothing to be left of them when our bonfires made.
There's only left now ashes, but from the ashes dust
The sun will one day fashion, life anew, we trust...
And once again awaken when winter closes door
to complete natures cycle, when spring peeps in once more.
Clydene
(Thomas)
Overbey
2005
Lets rake the leaves together, Yellow, brown, and red
We'll make a big ol' bonfire, because the leaves are dead.
Maple leaves and beech leaves, birch leaves, and oak
fir cones and pine needles to kindle in to smoke.
These leaves that all summer, gave us all cool shade
nothing to be left of them when our bonfires made.
There's only left now ashes, but from the ashes dust
The sun will one day fashion, life anew, we trust...
And once again awaken when winter closes door
to complete natures cycle, when spring peeps in once more.
Clydene
(Thomas)
Overbey
2005
Saturday, October 3, 2009
THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK
10-3-09...THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK
Have you ever just wanted to box someones jaws? I mean you'd just like to turn someone any which way but loose. Of course you can't and wouldn't do that.
A lady called here the other night and started a spiel about something she was selling. I think that what it was but now I'm not sure. In the first place I couldn't understand a thing she was saying so I did just what I usually do. I hung up on her. She called back, “Thes is veely m'portent Meem”. “Well MEEM! It aint portant to me because I don't know what you are talking about”. And I hung up again. Next it was a recorded message with that same irritating voice. I hung up again. Next a call came and my caller ID showed private message. I never answer them. KER PLUNK AGAIN!!. The next time it said pleeze dial 55. KER PLUNK AGAIN!! I was thinking I wish that ol' bag would call back and not hide behind a recording.
My phone is on the do not call list but as you probably know you get them anyway now and then. I was really getting flustrated. My red neck was on fire and my southern charm had dropped by the wayside when the phone rang again. GOOD GRIEF, Now I've Had it! I told her, I can't understand you so would you please stop calling me because I'm ready to call the police if you stop at once.” The nerve of that ol' bag, she said she couldn't understand me either and asked what kind of accent that was. WELL THAT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME!!! Now I'm hollering, or maybe you'd call it screeching. Till now I had called her honey a bunch of times which is just a part of my southern vocabulary. I had not wasted my sugah, or sweet pea on her. Here is what I said the next time the phone rang::---- “Lady I done tole you not to call hyer no more. You caint understand me and I sure caint understand you so what the hecks the point. If I could git my hands round your neck I'd squeeze yur goozle right out your butt, but first I'd cork yur butt with my foot.” My Pastors wife's sweet voice said “Clydene, what in the world is wrong with you”. Oh My Gosh it took some splainin to get outta that one. After I got my BP under control she started giggling, I started giggling and I felt better. I had a dream that night and let me tell you I beat the tar outta that blasted lady who had been pestering me. By golly I did just what I had told her I would do. Course it was my Pastors wife I told. Never pick up the phone and spout your mouth off without being sure who you are talking to. It could be your mother in law maybe.
Have you ever just wanted to box someones jaws? I mean you'd just like to turn someone any which way but loose. Of course you can't and wouldn't do that.
A lady called here the other night and started a spiel about something she was selling. I think that what it was but now I'm not sure. In the first place I couldn't understand a thing she was saying so I did just what I usually do. I hung up on her. She called back, “Thes is veely m'portent Meem”. “Well MEEM! It aint portant to me because I don't know what you are talking about”. And I hung up again. Next it was a recorded message with that same irritating voice. I hung up again. Next a call came and my caller ID showed private message. I never answer them. KER PLUNK AGAIN!!. The next time it said pleeze dial 55. KER PLUNK AGAIN!! I was thinking I wish that ol' bag would call back and not hide behind a recording.
My phone is on the do not call list but as you probably know you get them anyway now and then. I was really getting flustrated. My red neck was on fire and my southern charm had dropped by the wayside when the phone rang again. GOOD GRIEF, Now I've Had it! I told her, I can't understand you so would you please stop calling me because I'm ready to call the police if you stop at once.” The nerve of that ol' bag, she said she couldn't understand me either and asked what kind of accent that was. WELL THAT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME!!! Now I'm hollering, or maybe you'd call it screeching. Till now I had called her honey a bunch of times which is just a part of my southern vocabulary. I had not wasted my sugah, or sweet pea on her. Here is what I said the next time the phone rang::---- “Lady I done tole you not to call hyer no more. You caint understand me and I sure caint understand you so what the hecks the point. If I could git my hands round your neck I'd squeeze yur goozle right out your butt, but first I'd cork yur butt with my foot.” My Pastors wife's sweet voice said “Clydene, what in the world is wrong with you”. Oh My Gosh it took some splainin to get outta that one. After I got my BP under control she started giggling, I started giggling and I felt better. I had a dream that night and let me tell you I beat the tar outta that blasted lady who had been pestering me. By golly I did just what I had told her I would do. Course it was my Pastors wife I told. Never pick up the phone and spout your mouth off without being sure who you are talking to. It could be your mother in law maybe.
Friday, October 2, 2009
YOU AINT SO GREAT!!!!!
10-2-09...YOU AINT SO GREAT!!!!!
I was told this fact in no uncertain terms once when I got too big for my britches and my Mamma had enough of me. HE HE
She didn't say it in exactly these words but I wanted it to rhyme.
Sometimes you feel so portant' and you think you're
natures only bloom.
You get to thinkin' my dear, that you're the best in the room.
You might think the earth without you would leave a big ol' hole'.
Honey just do what I tell you,
you'll see how it humbles your soul.
Draw up a bucket of water and stick your hand in
up to your wrist.
Take your hand out and look at the hole remaining,
and measure how much you'll be missed.
Just splash round all that you want to,
and stir up that water some more.
When you stop you'll find in a second,
the water is the same as before.
Now honey I just wanna tell you,
do the very best you can.
I'm proud of you, but remember,
There's no indispensable man!!! (OR GIRL)
NOPE!!!!!
I was told this fact in no uncertain terms once when I got too big for my britches and my Mamma had enough of me. HE HE
She didn't say it in exactly these words but I wanted it to rhyme.
Sometimes you feel so portant' and you think you're
natures only bloom.
You get to thinkin' my dear, that you're the best in the room.
You might think the earth without you would leave a big ol' hole'.
Honey just do what I tell you,
you'll see how it humbles your soul.
Draw up a bucket of water and stick your hand in
up to your wrist.
Take your hand out and look at the hole remaining,
and measure how much you'll be missed.
Just splash round all that you want to,
and stir up that water some more.
When you stop you'll find in a second,
the water is the same as before.
Now honey I just wanna tell you,
do the very best you can.
I'm proud of you, but remember,
There's no indispensable man!!! (OR GIRL)
NOPE!!!!!
CRAZY SHOPPING TRIP
10-2-09...CRAZY SHOPPING TRIP
I should not! I repeat, Should Not!! attempt to go shopping. Especially on Friday. The stores are always packed and people are getting more rude everyday. Good Grief! What has happened to people. Everyone is in such a hurry that they don't even see you as they speed by pushing those carts. They'll mow you down if you don't get out of their way.
I had ordered some shoes on line from WalMart so I could stay out of the store as much as possible. The shoes came yesterday. Three pairs of them. Heck Fire, They were too big. I had to take them to our local store to return or exchange them. Of course they didn't have the shoes in the store but they returned my money.
I lugged them in the store and to the service desk. OMG was that whole store packed and the lines at the service desk were long. I had to wait for almost 30 minutes for my turn. One couple ahead of me was told they couldn't return their stuff for some reason. They argued with the lady. She called the Manager who took her sweet time getting there. The couple was mad as hornets but took their stuff out. The Manager left and went back to where ever she came from. Twice more she had to be called up and twice more she took her time getting there.
The lady behind me in line just kept bumping me with her cart. Never an excuse me. I finally had enough of that so I said very politely, "Honey you are going to wear my backside off with that cart. Now it wouldn't hurt me a bit to lose some of my backside but I'd rather not do it this way". She looked at me like I was from Mars or somewhere and never said a word but at least she quit bumping my poor fanny.
When I was next in line the Manager was called again and again took her time getting there. She came sauntering up there like a snails crawl. When she was getting ready to leave again I said, "Honey would you please just stay here till I get my shoes returned? If I have to wait on you to come back again I do believe I am going to wet my britches. And besides I am worn to a frazzle and hurting like crazy from standing here". She flipped her bleached hair and said, "I guess I can do that". I thanked her and finally got my money back.
I decided I'd go see if they had the shoes in the store and of course they didn't. On the way back to the shoe department something swished by me and right back in front of me and stopped. There was a little man strutting around like a bannie rooster pushing a cart. Now he was struck on him self or something I guess. All dressed in a white shirt and tie with a employee badge on his shirt. He was returning things to the aisles from somewhere. Probably things that were brought back in that darn line I just came out of. I almost run in to him when he stopped in front of me. He looked at me like I was a worm under his feet and never said excuse me, I'm sorry, or kiss my butt! Two aisles over he did the same thing to me. By now I didn't want to kiss his butt but I wanted to kick it. I said, "Well Good Grief you are going to knock me down if you don't be more careful". That sucker looked at me like I was stupid and just and kept swishing up the aisle. My cool was gone by then. I came unglued at the seams. I went up that aisle griping and fuming and everyone was looking at me then. But that's OK because I came upon on the bannie rooster and bumped right in to his butt. He was bent down putting something on a shelf close to the bottom. I said, "Well Good Grief, I wish they would stop leaving trash in these aisles for us to have to dodge". Then I went on my merry way not looking back. NOPE! I don't need to go in a store, I get too emotional. TEE HEE HEE!!!!
I should not! I repeat, Should Not!! attempt to go shopping. Especially on Friday. The stores are always packed and people are getting more rude everyday. Good Grief! What has happened to people. Everyone is in such a hurry that they don't even see you as they speed by pushing those carts. They'll mow you down if you don't get out of their way.
I had ordered some shoes on line from WalMart so I could stay out of the store as much as possible. The shoes came yesterday. Three pairs of them. Heck Fire, They were too big. I had to take them to our local store to return or exchange them. Of course they didn't have the shoes in the store but they returned my money.
I lugged them in the store and to the service desk. OMG was that whole store packed and the lines at the service desk were long. I had to wait for almost 30 minutes for my turn. One couple ahead of me was told they couldn't return their stuff for some reason. They argued with the lady. She called the Manager who took her sweet time getting there. The couple was mad as hornets but took their stuff out. The Manager left and went back to where ever she came from. Twice more she had to be called up and twice more she took her time getting there.
The lady behind me in line just kept bumping me with her cart. Never an excuse me. I finally had enough of that so I said very politely, "Honey you are going to wear my backside off with that cart. Now it wouldn't hurt me a bit to lose some of my backside but I'd rather not do it this way". She looked at me like I was from Mars or somewhere and never said a word but at least she quit bumping my poor fanny.
When I was next in line the Manager was called again and again took her time getting there. She came sauntering up there like a snails crawl. When she was getting ready to leave again I said, "Honey would you please just stay here till I get my shoes returned? If I have to wait on you to come back again I do believe I am going to wet my britches. And besides I am worn to a frazzle and hurting like crazy from standing here". She flipped her bleached hair and said, "I guess I can do that". I thanked her and finally got my money back.
I decided I'd go see if they had the shoes in the store and of course they didn't. On the way back to the shoe department something swished by me and right back in front of me and stopped. There was a little man strutting around like a bannie rooster pushing a cart. Now he was struck on him self or something I guess. All dressed in a white shirt and tie with a employee badge on his shirt. He was returning things to the aisles from somewhere. Probably things that were brought back in that darn line I just came out of. I almost run in to him when he stopped in front of me. He looked at me like I was a worm under his feet and never said excuse me, I'm sorry, or kiss my butt! Two aisles over he did the same thing to me. By now I didn't want to kiss his butt but I wanted to kick it. I said, "Well Good Grief you are going to knock me down if you don't be more careful". That sucker looked at me like I was stupid and just and kept swishing up the aisle. My cool was gone by then. I came unglued at the seams. I went up that aisle griping and fuming and everyone was looking at me then. But that's OK because I came upon on the bannie rooster and bumped right in to his butt. He was bent down putting something on a shelf close to the bottom. I said, "Well Good Grief, I wish they would stop leaving trash in these aisles for us to have to dodge". Then I went on my merry way not looking back. NOPE! I don't need to go in a store, I get too emotional. TEE HEE HEE!!!!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
THE FALL DANCE
9-30-09...THE FALL DANCE
Softly in amber slippers, Fall dances round'.
All green leaves quickly change colors,
then float softly to the ground.
Colors of red, orange, yellow, and gold.
A breathtaking sight of this season.
The grandeur of Octobers splendor.
Such a beautiful sight to behold.
Fall brings to me a smile, waving her colorful wand.
Everything blanketed with magnificence,
as far as my eyes can see..... and beyond.
Then just as quickly as she danced in,
so does she drift away.
We sense the coming of winter and more briskness every day.
Fall then dances out of her slippers, and gently sleeps again.
The air is cold....... the wind whistles,
and winters snow begins.
Clydene Thomas Overbey
Softly in amber slippers, Fall dances round'.
All green leaves quickly change colors,
then float softly to the ground.
Colors of red, orange, yellow, and gold.
A breathtaking sight of this season.
The grandeur of Octobers splendor.
Such a beautiful sight to behold.
Fall brings to me a smile, waving her colorful wand.
Everything blanketed with magnificence,
as far as my eyes can see..... and beyond.
Then just as quickly as she danced in,
so does she drift away.
We sense the coming of winter and more briskness every day.
Fall then dances out of her slippers, and gently sleeps again.
The air is cold....... the wind whistles,
and winters snow begins.
Clydene Thomas Overbey
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