*&%$# @#$?!

What is it about "bad" words that makes it feel so good to use them?
I have this theory;  it is more acceptable to use bad words than to express negative emotions.  A string of expletives will soon be forgotten, as Daddy used to always tell me, when you start cussin' folks stop listenin!

My theory is that a rant filled with four letter words is liken to weaving an invisible shield around my real feelin's.   It's kinda like a really long sentence...a lot'a shit gets missed.

MisFit

I've been called to do lots of things, some of them perfectly fittin' some of them left me wonderin' just how or why or what  Miss Universe was thinkin' when I was called to duty.   
Then it dawned on me.  There comes a time when you learn to say,
"Oh my word, sweetie, that is so kind of you...but you know..that's jus' not in my box of givens.  
We've all got a set...and a limit, funny thing is lots of times we forget about the limits and keep on tryin on stuff that's just not a fine fit.  

Lessons come until you learn'um...or realize how awkward you look tryin.    

Un-Do

Each day is a mixture of divine and disaster, of choices that simplify or complicate life. 

Lately, I’ve been over thinking, overdoing, and overcrowding; and I am the only one who can stop it.

Jus' Lookin..

 Lately, I’ve been spendin’ lots of time lookin’ down.   I had it in my head that if I could just find a four-leaf clover that I could glide through some of the rough spots that’s been jumpin’ out in front of me this year.  There’s plenty of clover around here…but I haven’t been able to spot a single “lucky one”. 

The other day I started thinkin’ about  my Grandma’s back yard and her Lucky Clover Patch,  seemed to me like luck was plentiful in that yard…and you didn’t have to hunt for it either. 

That’s when I heard her say… “That’s right”

All that bein’ said, I got an envelope the other day

Lean on me

I know they knew, but I never forgot those who stopped to check and those who didn't. 

Our stick family

One more thing...and then I must get on with the duties of the day. The other day Mr. C noticed those little back windshield stick families that some have on the car. He had a grand time trying to figure them out and then asked me how folks might draw "old folks". I said, probably with a stick (what he calls his cane) He told me that Busser would need one and then asked if I needed one...I said no, I preferred a wand. So here you go, from our family to yours. Have a magical Sunday and a "wanderful" week.

Coping Skills

Ah May, that sweet month filled with promise.  How did I get so far behind.  There has been some stress as the cards will tell, but I am posting them all for those of you who only find me here, away from the paranoia and publicity of  the dreaded frenzy that is  Face Book.  
Lets talk about this....

Contrary to popular belief, one can not "Take it back".  There are many things that cannot be undone, it is important to consider them prior to spilling your reaction all over the carpet. A strong re-action may indeed leave a permanent stain...or in some cases, a watermark, visible only when held to the light.    My sage advice is to understand that no matter how clearly you think you expressed yourself, those on the receiving end have a different set of filters that have the potential to distort in more ways that a carnival mirror.  

 Lets Chew on this...

For whatever reason, I do indeed feel that cookies are the building blocks to decision making.  They say nothing, they do nothing, they fix nothing, but I like to think of them as sweet munitions.

 

And no one is there to hear it

Ahhhhh, the proverbial "Last Word".  In my family it is fought for and valued beyond gold.  What a myth. It doesn't exist, the battle always continues.
I can argue for weeks without saying a word.  

About Face

Oh Lord, don't even get me started.  Do you have any idea how hard my face works?  How many tiny muscles and impulses run across that flesh canvas at any given moment.

Nostrills flare and twitch, pupils widen or narrow, lips tremble, vessels and capillaries expand.

I like to imagine that I am in control, but I know better. 

Okay then, that's about it for the month of May, I apologize to the faithful who continue to check the page.  Thank you for always checkin' out the "Book of Lurlene".