Fur-Babies

Folks often ask me if I had...have...children and I always answer, "No, but we're still trying". 
That usually puts an end to that question and leave'um fumblin' around for another string to bat at.   I get a kick out of it really.

But on this day...set aside to honor the Mother in us all, I tip my hat to all who poured their heart and soul into raisin' kids.  To be honest...I'm not sure I ever had the courage. 

So to my kids...my Fur-babies:  BooBoo 1-5, Switch Tail, Sammy, Blanca, Tiki, Traveler, Angel, Missy, Elvira, Tallulah Jean-Queen of Mean, Cossie-Moto-Floto-Zoto...and His royal Catness, Busser Bacci Biscotti- All Bob-Boy-Cat Shipman, thank you for teaching me be basics of lovin' and loosin' and lettin' go.

I think...
and lately thinking has gotten me into a wee bit-o-trouble, that when something happens...for no logical or rational reason...it happens because there is no other way for something else to emerge as a result. Does that make sense? I'm sure you have some spilt milk stories and AhhhhHaaaa moments you can relate to. At any rate happy hour is only 15 minutes away and today I'm pretty darn happy about that!

Things Change

"I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions, but laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind. As that becomes more developed, more enlightened, as new discoveries are made, new truths discovered and manners and opinions change, with the change of circumstances, institutions must advance also to keep pace with the times. We might as well require a man to wear still the coat which fitted him when a boy as civilized society to remain ever under the regimen of their barbarous ancestors."

--- Thomas Jefferson
 
I print this card often...as a reminder....and then I found this quote by someone who is actually respected. (Not that Lurlene is not..but you know)

The Void

I had this on my mind this morning.

Back when I was young and foolish...(and even when I was old and foolish) I recognized that some things...people included... just were not a good fit for me.

Even so, when I got the courage to cut them out of my life, there was a period of angst...a vulnerable time...that sucked! 


My guess is most of us can identify with that.

Get Wacky

Lord have mercy, stop tryin' to turn pigs into silk purses and yard dogs into lap dogs.  There's not a wand in the world that can do that...the wand knows! 

Spread your love and save your power for the deservin'.  

We all know the verse for this one.  

Matthew 7:6

⁶ Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine....etcetera and so on! 

Back up singers

Thessalonians 4:11

Common English Bible

¹¹ Aim to live quietly, mind your own business, and earn your own living, just as I told you.

I've been thinkin' about the Book of Lurlene and just how to pull her word together so that folks can see it's not just me actin' all sanctified.   Does anyone remember the show, Joan of Arcadia?  Well, that's kinda how I hear Lurlene. 

To be honest...I figure she is just my personal "Over Soul" whispering in my ear stuff that's been out there for years in formats perhaps a little more accessible.  Kinda like a spiritual "Flash Card".

I told VerDell the other day that I needed someone with some real trainin'....trainin' in the "Word" to help me sort out and perhaps add a touch of validity to what I was puttin' out there, and VerDell, being closer to God than I will ever be, said, "Well, just ask Miss Universe for guidance."  And so I did and found this really cool website with all kinds of references.  I'm tellin' you..."Knock-Knock".

I'll be workin' on my "Words" tryin' to find some legitimate back-up singers to support my insights...not that I'm goin' all churchy on you, but it's just part of where the old girl is takin' me.   It never hurts to have back up. 

Bitter Bubbly

I think I can count on one hand the times I have actually been honest to God-hoppin angry.  I'm not pretty when I get mad, and most of the time I like to maintain an element of glamour even if its just bedazzled flip-flops or fancy pants. 

It takes a lot to tick me off, but the other day, just when I had gotten myself situated for the long awaited "5:00 o'clock somewhere" Universal Happy Hour of Power...it happened. 

Surprised the hell out of me...but I was full out justified to be mad...so I didn't even think about my red face or slightly bulgin' left eye, nor the twitch in my right hand. 

You know how you know when your anger is justified...when you realize you don't regret a single thing you said. 

Heck, it was probably the first time in a long time I didn't dance around the facts, just put it out there and was done with it.  Only thing was....I was still a little PO'd when I was tellin' Buck what happened, and given I had already popped the cork, I thought, "Hell, no use to let good bubbly go to waste!"

But it did.  Next day...it tasted a little bitter.