Mighty fine collection

We all know the expression: "He or she just knows how to 'push my buttons'." It took a long time for me to figure out that I was allowing people to get the 'best' of me. I even began to think I deserved being treated like a one button wonder. One button pushes all and straight to postal. Anger became a four letter word... don't ask.


How to defuse my rampant reaction to button pushing? Thought you'd never ask. Oops, sorry; you didn't actually ask. I'm so attuned to the vibrational universe, it just crosses my mind. 


Chipping away at the ol' personality did me no good. Besides I like the fact that I am scattered, covered, and smothered by my own wayward ego. Bah! Oh dear but something had to give. There would always be someone who'd 'poke, poke, poke' one of my favorite buttons. A proper nasty attitude... that I got away with until somebody pushed a bit too hard. 


AH! Just remove the button. What a concept. Change the attitude and remove the button! Yes, there's more work to do... but isn't this a mighty fine collection???!!

A rabbit tale

I'm just a little rabbit
who doesn't like the habit
of sending Easter baskets
I want one of my own!


The eggs do not appeal
chocolate makes me ill
I'd rather get my fill
of carrots that are grown!

"Thanks, Mom."

Fresh from the garden

Sing along: 


“Carrots, peas, lettuce, beets,
no substitute for all those chocolate treats.”


“Give me jelly beans and yellow peeps,
fling the cucumbers together in a heap.”


“No to corn, no to cabbage,
bring some pop tarts in a package.”


“La la la la la la.”

Getting older with Easter

Once upon a time I celebrated with the eggs, the chocolates, the dress, the basket, and little yellow spring peeps (baby chicks). One year I even got a turtle; what was my Mom thinking? Of course the turtles were easier to catch than the peeps! Since there were three siblings, she painted our first name initial on the turtles' backs. I'll never forget the pink nail polish lettering of my initial "D" on mine.


Growing older I began to drop off one thing after another; eventually dropping out of church as well. Life was a whirlwind of craziness for me; I never seemed to catch my breath, before another awkward adventure appeared. At this particular time I was making crazy money. So me and my ego thought to impress the 'high powers'. I purchased a very expensive spring dress and thought to make my way to my parents' church: "See how important I am now?!" I awoke Easter morning to find ten inches of snow on the ground!!! I admit I felt disappointed to wear a long red wool coat over it. So much for impressing God, the universe, and everything. I've never bought another new dress, specifically for Easter, since then. 


I was humbled and decided it didn't matter what I wore; just get there if I was sincere enough to want to be there. Isn't that the question, though? How sincere was I? What were my thoughts concerning Easter? I had to look to the history of "The Passover" to offer me some insight. I was no longer covering the door posts in blood. With the advent of Messiah, the blood would now cover me. 


The greatest thing was discovering that God loves me. He knows everything about me, past, present, and future... and still loves me. I'm coming to understand that His will is best, and I am often delighted and surprised by the outcome. Then again, when someone loves you, they always want what's best for you.

Today I celebrate the gift of God... the adoption/reconciliation made possible by the loving sacrifice of His only begotten Son. "Faith comes by hearing the word." Read this verse out loud to yourself: "In this world you will have trials and tribulations, but be of good cheer, for I have overcome the world." (Matthew)


I have been given the gift to pray for others. Feel free to write in the comment box: "Add me to the list."


Love to you all. Happy Easter, Happy Passover, Happy Gift!

Nature calling

I was outside trimming bushes; worked for about two hours; of course I'm going to be sore for days! Nothing new here. Oh wait!


My computer spoke as I walked through the door, "Good evening madam. Did you have a nice visit with nature?" Then it began to speak in French, and I remembered why I was supposed to return the program.


"Yeh, yeh, poofoo, parlay, blah, blah, blah." (Let him translate that.)


Down the hall I hurried to the little girl's loo. No time to put on the lights, besides, the sun was coming through the window. (Off with her pants.) "Oh my, what in the world is traveling down my leg?!!!" (I screamed)


A very hairy, handsome bumble bee had latched on, er, in, somehow (?). I had on sweat pants but I'll avoid making sweat bee jokes.


Well, that's the tale. I wonder what the bee camp will be discussing tonight?


(Yes I'm still in the Fibro fog.)

Love is in the air; cough, cough, hack, haaa

At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours would eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.

"Frankly, my dear, the allergies are killing me."

Fun by the yard!

Yes, there are many hours to be spent dealing with my flower beds. Not as much as last year but there's enough fun for all. So you, all are welcome to stop in, bring a rake with your smile, and let's have fun by the yard. C'mon over.

No school, no shoes, no problem ~

~ and off to visit the neighbor's flower gardens.

Awww, cooookiieeee.

Another wonderful day to celebrate the existence for cookies!


Welcome, I'm Alistair Cookie; Esquire and Extraordinaire of glorious subtleties of sweetness upon the tongue. I'm already drooling... care to join me?

I got pinched

"Ha, ha, ha, I'm keeping all the gold! You guys can have me wife."

"Oh 'Leppy-dear', I wait for the taste of the rainbow."

"Good thing she's color blind; I'm out of here!"

"No taste of the rainbow? Hey Mom, that Leprechaun pinched me!!!"

techno-babe

Auntie D is visiting and talking with my Mum.

While I am on her laptop and having lots of fun.

The stories that I love to hear are waiting right online.

Just press the button, 'download', and they will all be mine!

Shhh.

Gazebo Squirrel

Do not take this squirrel lightly; he means business! His joy and true passion for my gazebo is overwhelming. A schedule has been tacked to the front post, for human visiting hours. 


He is the second generation of "Simon", although he is not as pleasant as the first. There's certainly no entertaining for peanuts, as with the "Simon" before. This little guy prefers large preshelled sunflower seeds.


There are four trees in which there are four girlfriends. Gazebo Squirrel makes the rounds twice a day. I don't know how he does it; all that chasing round and round the tree trunks. Still he seems to care about all the little girls, each have their private time with him.


If he sees walk towards MY gazebo, he climbs to the top and shakes his bushy tail. Then realizes I'm doing the daily homage of delivering the seeds and he backs off. Just one of the pitfalls of being a new home owner; one becomes acquainted with her neighbors?


I asked about the costume he wears. Get this... it's a tattoo! Unfortunately the artist didn't know how to spell "Gazebo Squirrel", so they settled on an "S". His chest was too tiny for the "G", but don't say anything; he's rather sensitive about his size!


So he's the closest I have to having a pet and he's making little pet-lets everywhere. Spring is coming so they'll be on top of the gazebo, chock, chock, chocking away. There goes the seed budget. ~And, another animal controlling their human provider. 

I wonder if he writes?

Boo-boos' blessings

Not every fall has helped me glean such blessings as I have this time. The last I wrote I had fallen down my basement stairs. My back ended up in great shape; perfect for the first in 20 years; hallelujah! I'm no longer in danger of becoming paralyzed. Good thing too, as I'm dangerous with those electric chairs in the grocery store, ha ha ha.

Yet the old bod took some good hits and swelling has been a biggie for yours truly. You can see the three places where my left leg hit three steps. My shoulder was knocked out of place, but I didn't realize I had chipped my jawbone. As the song goes: "Ice ice baby!" As for my head, as long as I'm, "still crazy after all these years," I guess I'm normal.

It was the first time I wished I had a video cam; might have made $10,000 on one of those video shows!! Imagine the look on my face upon realizing I was standing in air, 30 inches from the concrete floor.(Wow) With all that cracking going on you'd have thought I was shelling pecans, lol. Every little vertebrae had it's own party! "Snap, crackle, pop....rice crispy body!" I'm so happy I've retained some humor.

A good friend of mine has taken me to therapy, every other day, for four weeks. Bless her life as she's blessed mine. It's easier to be cheerful and positive when someone stands, with you, for recovery from any thing.

Today I'm headed back to church and my adult class; missed two weeks. The neat part is that I've become close to many ladies in my class. They call me, "the kid" as I'm the youngest! So much I can't believe I'm even attending, but I'm being blessed with their presence in my life.

And~ I've missed my blog friends. Haven't thought of anything to write about except pain; boring. Forgive me for not getting to your blogs. I have lots to catch up on... here and at home. I'll be back soon. Thank you.

Recoup

I had a fall down my basement steps over a week ago.
I'll return soon. Might be hard to leave my latest retreat... but I'll recoup.

I would appreciate your patience, as I seem to have none!
Thank you.

Bearing it

A little bear has awaken his siblings to come out and enjoy the freshly fallen snow! Their responses are within parentheses. Ah, family dynamics... alive and... oh well!

~ OH, what a sweet little snow. Charlotte's first!
(What is snow?)
(Who is Charlotte?)

~ Such a lovely dusting; note the fluffy clouds rolling in.
(This is why we left the cave?)

~ Ahh, smell the sweetness of the pine!
(Of the limb up my behind?)

~ Brothers and sisters, this is our ancient way to live.
(Uh, maybe you, but I've got cable.)

~ Don't you feel the connection to the forest?
(We're all in one tree; you're kidding?)
(What's a forest?)

~ It's time to climb back down and forage for nuts.
(Charley's has a hotcake breakfast special.)
(I got a spanked once for foraging Mom's name.)

~ Oh, c'mon guys, this is an adventure!
(Menu choices at Charley's; that's an adventure.)
(Maple syrup.)
(Strawberries and cream.)
(Sausage patties.)
(Gravy biscuits.)
(Blueberries.)

~ Blueberries? Okay, I'll go. Forget the snow!

My flighty valentine

If love is not enough... here's a flower!

I will always love you~always

                            

Remembering

My gathering of thoughts
akin to picking flowers,
released into the wind
and scattered within hours.

Thoughts  are nurtured, given space,
 I'm free to change my mind.
Akin to living  flowers, in a vase
of grace, divine.                                           

I am heeled!!

The 'Fibro-fog' was with me as I headed for the store.
I was gazing at the shoes before I opened up the door.
Gorgeous colors everywhere with heights that seemed surreal.
Then slipping on the suede red boots I felt that I'd been heeled!

I am heeled!
I am heeled!
Heel, toe, heel, toe~
My back no longer hurts.

Takes some time to get used to the walk that says it all.
A lady standing next to me said to make my high steps small.
I danced around the store like a kid with happy shrills.
Good wishes to the maker as I know that I am heeled.

I am heeled!
I am heeled!
Heel, toe, heel, toe~
My back no longer hurts.

Scattered

I am lost in the woods of my mind. Behind every tree is a word but it comes not to my lips when I need it. Testing, testing; please remain seated and calm. Think about one topic so we can measure the speed at which you think. Hold for the big snap and 'kerplunk', the machine has a perfect image of your interior brain mass.

Miss, we have a issue or two we need to discuss with you. Yes, today would be a nice day to sit outside, but we need to make you aware.... oh okay, then we'll go outside and discuss things.

Now about those issues... what, oh, you're hungry? Yes I suppose a snack is in order after six hours. Let's see: a small soda, captain wafers, and a granny smith apple... thank you nurse.

It appears you are scattered. Your brain overloads from the Fibromyalgia symptoms. That begins a period of insomnia which excelerates the lost of cognitive abilities... ha ha ha, yes, down the rabbit hole is pretty accurate!

Okay Miss, do you have any questions for the medical team? Uh, I believe the Superbowl is Sunday. Yes, I saw the movie, "Moneyball," excellent humor. Another grannie smith? Sure.

Oh nurse, we'd like two more apples please... yes, my patient says there are more in the woods. [???]