At a loss for words....

I was talking with a friend the other day and we laughed about how our parents used to tell us, in times of crisis, to just "open the Bible" and read the first verse that we see...the answer will be there. You know...there are some really scary verses in the King James Version of our Bible..and taken out of context...well now, might bring jail time. Everything is open to interpretation I suppose. So we thought...what if we just opened Jules Vern or Robert Louis Stevenson instead. Might there still be answers? How about Little Women...or Valley of the Dolls? But I digress. I haven't tried it yet, but I am about to offer you a challenge if you dare. That being said...because it is Sunday...and because I believe the "word" is all round us...today I found this. I thought it was absolute perfection and just wanted to share.

*&%$# @#$?!

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.