Sometimes a few words can light up an otherwise dreary day. Even if they are super cheesy! Gave me the laugh I needed though. In a hospital that had otherwise horrible reception all day, THIS somehow made it through...I think I'm dealing with James Bond, here. :)
HD: Just wanted to say, "Hello".
Me: Thank you. :) Hello. Sorry...reception not good in here.
HD: No..."Hello". As in.....H: How are you holding up? E: Everything getting better? L: Like to c u soon. L: Love to hear from you. O: Obviously miss talking with you.
Me: LOL! How long did it take you to come up with that?!
HD: A few seconds. I Googled it. :)
Me: Gee thanks!
HD: Was just trying to make you smile!
Me: Well that definitely worked! Even the nurses and paramedics are smiling! LOL!
Monday, December 31, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
STILL I RISE
How can you not love Maya Angelou?!
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
~Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
~Maya Angelou
COMING SOON...
Yes, I definitely have stuff to write about. Alas, I've been a little busy and a little under the weather. Nothing big...just the usual congestion-type stuff that comes this time each year.
Welcome to the new readers who have happened by, either on purpose or by accident.
I do have some things I will address, if for nothing else than to vent. :) Imagine that.
Things like:
Addictions
Morals
Friendships
The New Year
I'll get to it. :)
Things are looking up. I'm trying very hard to expand some horizons. Friends are urging me to step in a new direction and I'm trying.
As is always the case, the kids are the most important thing to me. And someone recently pointed out that maybe I'd be an even better mom if I got out a little more and started doing some fun stuff for me. So...I have.
That's a WHOLE other topic! More to come soon!
Welcome to the new readers who have happened by, either on purpose or by accident.
I do have some things I will address, if for nothing else than to vent. :) Imagine that.
Things like:
Addictions
Morals
Friendships
The New Year
I'll get to it. :)
Things are looking up. I'm trying very hard to expand some horizons. Friends are urging me to step in a new direction and I'm trying.
As is always the case, the kids are the most important thing to me. And someone recently pointed out that maybe I'd be an even better mom if I got out a little more and started doing some fun stuff for me. So...I have.
That's a WHOLE other topic! More to come soon!
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
WHERE ARE YOU CHRISTMAS?
Where are you Christmas
Why can't I find you
Why have you gone away
Where is the laughter
You used to bring me
Why can't I hear music play
My world is changing
I'm rearranging
Does that mean Christmas changes too
Where are you Christmas
Do you remember
The one you used to know
I'm not the same one
See what the time's done
Is that why you have let me go
Christmas is here
Everywhere, oh
Christmas is here
If you care, oh
If there is love in your heart and your mind
You will feel like Christmas all the time
I feel you Christmas
I know I've found you
You never fade away
The joy of Christmas
Stays here inside us
Fills each and every heart with love
Where are you Christmas
Fill your heart with love.
~beautiful song...sang by Faith Hill
Why can't I find you
Why have you gone away
Where is the laughter
You used to bring me
Why can't I hear music play
My world is changing
I'm rearranging
Does that mean Christmas changes too
Where are you Christmas
Do you remember
The one you used to know
I'm not the same one
See what the time's done
Is that why you have let me go
Christmas is here
Everywhere, oh
Christmas is here
If you care, oh
If there is love in your heart and your mind
You will feel like Christmas all the time
I feel you Christmas
I know I've found you
You never fade away
The joy of Christmas
Stays here inside us
Fills each and every heart with love
Where are you Christmas
Fill your heart with love.
~beautiful song...sang by Faith Hill
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
HE GIVES THE TOUGH TASKS TO THE STRONG ONES...RIGHT?
This is by far the toughest thing I've had to do. Just when you think you've experienced all you could imagine...something new sneaks around the corner.
As I'm sitting here at the hospital, a place which sirens are all too common...I know the one I hear in the distance that's getting closer and closer is here for my family.
As I'm sitting here at the hospital, a place which sirens are all too common...I know the one I hear in the distance that's getting closer and closer is here for my family.
WHITE FLAG THROWN
We teach our kids to be nice. Thoughtful. Careful. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. Pretty much we want them to live by the Golden Rule.
As adults, most of us try to do the same thing. We learn to treat others the way we would like to be treated. Unfortunately, as we get older...there's a great deal of gray area here. Through the individual journeys that each brought us to where we are now, we understandably respond in different ways.
I would say I'm known as someone who considers others feelings. Yes...I feel very confident saying that. I would never intentionally hurt someone. In fact, I've taken on stress and pain when I shouldn't have. When I should have either fought back or been a lot more assertive.
So yesterday, as I got ready to go back to the hospital and be with a family member who had been through a tragic ordeal and almost died...I received a text.
The last time I received a text like this was on my birthday. Yes. My birthday. As I sat at an acute care clinic with my ill son.
I won't get into what it said. It isn't something I care to revisit. It was mean and very unnecessary. Of course, I think choosing to send a text for the sole purpose of tearing them down is always mean and unnecessary. But if the last word was what this person needed...consider it done. You win.
While some people say words can only hurt if you allow them to or if you agree with them, I disagree. To anyone who cares to listen, please hear this: Words cut deep. They create wounds that don't heal quickly, especially if they come from someone you've cared for. Once they are said, it takes time...but they can eventually be forgiven. However, they will probably never be forgotten, so choose what you want to say to someone (as well as *when* you choose to say it) very carefully.
I need to concentrate on my family. And I don't think that makes me selfish, disappointing or 'unbelievable'. I think it means my priorities are where they should be. There's someone lying in a hospital bed who isn't doing very well and needs me right now. There's my dad who is exhausted and in pain watching this happen to a loved one. There's my kids who are living their own, innocent lives and whom I'm trying to shield from all the little 'truths' going on around them. And then there are the people in my life who are praying for us and asking what they can do to help...these are the people I turn to. So I'll choose to listen to their words instead.
~And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them. Luke 6:31
As adults, most of us try to do the same thing. We learn to treat others the way we would like to be treated. Unfortunately, as we get older...there's a great deal of gray area here. Through the individual journeys that each brought us to where we are now, we understandably respond in different ways.
I would say I'm known as someone who considers others feelings. Yes...I feel very confident saying that. I would never intentionally hurt someone. In fact, I've taken on stress and pain when I shouldn't have. When I should have either fought back or been a lot more assertive.
So yesterday, as I got ready to go back to the hospital and be with a family member who had been through a tragic ordeal and almost died...I received a text.
The last time I received a text like this was on my birthday. Yes. My birthday. As I sat at an acute care clinic with my ill son.
I won't get into what it said. It isn't something I care to revisit. It was mean and very unnecessary. Of course, I think choosing to send a text for the sole purpose of tearing them down is always mean and unnecessary. But if the last word was what this person needed...consider it done. You win.
While some people say words can only hurt if you allow them to or if you agree with them, I disagree. To anyone who cares to listen, please hear this: Words cut deep. They create wounds that don't heal quickly, especially if they come from someone you've cared for. Once they are said, it takes time...but they can eventually be forgiven. However, they will probably never be forgotten, so choose what you want to say to someone (as well as *when* you choose to say it) very carefully.
I need to concentrate on my family. And I don't think that makes me selfish, disappointing or 'unbelievable'. I think it means my priorities are where they should be. There's someone lying in a hospital bed who isn't doing very well and needs me right now. There's my dad who is exhausted and in pain watching this happen to a loved one. There's my kids who are living their own, innocent lives and whom I'm trying to shield from all the little 'truths' going on around them. And then there are the people in my life who are praying for us and asking what they can do to help...these are the people I turn to. So I'll choose to listen to their words instead.
~And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them. Luke 6:31
Monday, December 10, 2012
JUST ONE LOOK AT YOU, I KNOW IT'S GONNA BE...
I absolutely hate that I have't been able to sit down and write. For nothing more than put thoughts to paper...or laptop, as the case may be.
It's been a whirlwind of activity in my life lately and I simply just haven't had time. Or maybe I just haven't been motivated enough to make the time, because I know where my thoughts have centered and I simply don't want to go there.
I always hear of the "holiday blues" and I suppose this year I've got them. From my bank account being hacked into, to my electricity being turned off last week DUE TO my bank account being hacked into...it's been a domino effect to the position I'm in now. The money it took to turn the electricity back on (thanks to an outrageous reconnect fee and a deposit) was the money I had so carefully set aside to buy gifts. I was so proud of myself! I had planned ahead and the money was there. WAS.
And Christmas decorations that are usually all up by time the dishwasher is done with Thanksgiving dishes? I'd say 70% are still packed away. Of course the Christmas tree isn't. No, it's apparently with a new family this year. The one who stole it out of our garage (that I made the mistake of leaving open, thank you).
Then the big one.
How do I pay for Christmas gifts?
I know Christmas isn't about material things. But when you're 12 and 9, it's part of it. Thinking about it makes my eyes burn and that leads me to be mad at myself. Plenty, plenty, plenty of people have less. And my 'bad fortune' seems to have been my defining feature the past couple years and I'm sick of it, so I don't talk about it. The "So how's it going?" question is now just answered with, "Great!".
I don't want pity. I don't want "the looks". I don't want emails or texts asking "how can I help". Yes, it's just people trying to help, but I don't want help. I want to be in the position to do the helping.
Hopefully tonight I'll make some time to sit down and actually write something relavent. And I'm sure my mood will be better by then.
For now I'll leave you with this...because it makes me smile whenever I hear it. Makes me think of two amazing kids who keep me going.
It's been a whirlwind of activity in my life lately and I simply just haven't had time. Or maybe I just haven't been motivated enough to make the time, because I know where my thoughts have centered and I simply don't want to go there.
I always hear of the "holiday blues" and I suppose this year I've got them. From my bank account being hacked into, to my electricity being turned off last week DUE TO my bank account being hacked into...it's been a domino effect to the position I'm in now. The money it took to turn the electricity back on (thanks to an outrageous reconnect fee and a deposit) was the money I had so carefully set aside to buy gifts. I was so proud of myself! I had planned ahead and the money was there. WAS.
And Christmas decorations that are usually all up by time the dishwasher is done with Thanksgiving dishes? I'd say 70% are still packed away. Of course the Christmas tree isn't. No, it's apparently with a new family this year. The one who stole it out of our garage (that I made the mistake of leaving open, thank you).
Then the big one.
How do I pay for Christmas gifts?
I know Christmas isn't about material things. But when you're 12 and 9, it's part of it. Thinking about it makes my eyes burn and that leads me to be mad at myself. Plenty, plenty, plenty of people have less. And my 'bad fortune' seems to have been my defining feature the past couple years and I'm sick of it, so I don't talk about it. The "So how's it going?" question is now just answered with, "Great!".
I don't want pity. I don't want "the looks". I don't want emails or texts asking "how can I help". Yes, it's just people trying to help, but I don't want help. I want to be in the position to do the helping.
Hopefully tonight I'll make some time to sit down and actually write something relavent. And I'm sure my mood will be better by then.
For now I'll leave you with this...because it makes me smile whenever I hear it. Makes me think of two amazing kids who keep me going.
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