Tuesday, February 23, 2016

This One is for You....



Yes.
You heard me right.
This post is 
for
YOU.
And you alone.

You know 
and I know,
it was a rough day.
In fact,
it's been a rough
day for a long time now.

Put your feet up.
Come on!
You can do it!
Now take a deep breath.
There you go.
Now doesn't that feel
better?

I've got a secret for you.
Come closer.
Let me whisper it
to you.

You are a GREAT person.
Truly
beautiful.
Inside
and 
out.

And another thing,
You're not alone.
Ever.
You need to remember that.
Every
single
day.

A wise
woman 
once told me something.
It's stayed 
with me 
all of these years.
I'm going to share it
with you too.
Here it comes.;.
This too shall pass.

I know.
It sounds
so easy.
But,
it's
true.

You are special.
You are loving.
You are caring
and cared for.

Life is so
precious.
You needn't 
carry the 
weight
of 
the
world
alone.

Do what
you need to do.
Keep your chin up.
YOU 
ARE
WORTH 
IT!

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Are You Sure it was Friday?



I sleepily padded down the stairs yesterday morning.
I was elated, I had the day off.
Doesn't get much better then a Friday off from work!

Wait.  What am I seeing? 
The freezer door is wide open!
I quickly raced to its aid,
hoping, hoping it had just magically popped open.

Sigh. I began to smell something.
Something quite unpleasant.
My hopes were dashed.
I had a mess.
A huge mess.

I straightened my shoulders.
Grabbed a couple of garbage bags.
Plugged my nose and dove in.
I can do this.

That mess behind me, I went a long with my day.
A rather nice day,
in spite of the February rain.

Then IT happened!
I heard a faint meowing.
Sounded like our new kitten.
Then I heard scratching.
It was coming from under me.
Or rather, under the couch where I was sitting!

I popped up and looked underneath.
There she was.
Come on kitty.  Here Martha.
Kissy sounds, kissy sounds.
She cried.
And poked her head out at me.

She was stuck.  
IN the couch.  My year old couch.
I bribed her.
Consoled her.
Pulled her.
I. Couldn't. Get. Her. Out.

Daughter is behind me.
Crying out,
"Mom, help her!"
We flipped the couch,
on it's side,
on it's back,
and on it's side again.

To avoid shear panic,
I took the phone outside.
To take a break.
To think.

And there he was.
Like a shining angel.
My knight in shining armor.
My neighbor.

I quickly blurted out my dilemma.
Asked if he had heavy duty wire cutters.
He said he thought he had just what I needed.
I held my breath as he disappeared into his garage.
He came up the hill,
with BOLT cutters in hand.
They glimmered in the evening sun.

Into the house, I ran!
Snip, snip, snip.
Out she came!
I saved her!
I was a hero!
She'd love me and appreciate me forever,
I thought, as she pranced right past me,
to her toy.
No gratitude from her.

Now, my only concern was the couch.
I tested it out.
I didn't fall through.
My bed called to me.
A couple of Tylenol and off I went.

I reached over to set the alarm.
Wait.
It's not Monday.  
But it sure felt like a Monday.








Friday, February 19, 2016

I'm Tired



I'm tired.

It seems
every time
someone 
disagrees with
something 
or someone,
they are considered
a HATER.

A HATER?
REALLY?

When did it
become wrong
to express an opinion.
Or for that matter,
to even have an
opinion?

For example...

If I don't agree
with the Obama's,
I am labeled 
as
prejudice.
A HATER!
I don't agree 
with their politics.
It doesn't matter
to me if they
are black, purple or red!
I don't hate them.
I don't agree with them.
Period.

We're supposed to be 
politically correct.
But I continually see
people being labeled
as haters.

Where is the politically correctness in that?

Yea.
I'm tired.
How about you?