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I'm telling ya, I'm pretty disappointed.  But what do ya do?   My granny and I go to the Salvation Army looking around on Saturday.  Actually, we go almost every Saturday.   It's her favorite thing to do on her "Day".  Right there when you first walk in, there's this little chair sitting there.  A little one, all taped up with what looks like packing tape on the seat and other places.  But overall, it's a pretty sturdy little thing and so, so cute.  So original.  It's marked $9.99.  As if they're fooling me with that.  It's 10 bucks.  Yup.  Can't fool me. "How much will you take for that chair?"   "$2.00." "Really!  I'll take it."   "Okay." I leave it there and continue shopping.  BIG MISTAKE!!   Who knew!   I'm shopping.  I'm on the phone telling my brother about this chair and all the wonderful things I'm going to do with it.  I even named...

I love the message of this Gucci video.  It's got a smooth groove to it.  I like it.  So I share it with you.

I lost another ring.  Was it an old junky, everyday ring?  Noooo.  I have to lose the big ones.  You know, the ones that really matter.  It was a little silver ring with turquoise encircled in a sunflower shape.  When I was a little girl, my daddy gave me that ring.  He's not here anymore.  Neither is my ring.  (Hanging my head in shame here) It's right there at Goodwill in Lawton, Oklahoma.  I felt the hangars catching on it, but never dreamed they were going to actually take it.  Where's the good will in that?   I called them to report it,  but had to laugh when I did.  Who loses a ring at Goodwilll?  That's like throwing a bottle of water in the ocean and trying to call it back.  You're not getting it back.  Hello!  It's Goodwill.  This isn't the first time.  No.  I think it's a thing with me....

Honestly, come on! This doesn't even make any sense. "Are we sick?"  "No.  Not sick."  "Are we overwhelmed?" "No.  Not overwhelmed." "Calling in for backup when not needed.  Yep.  That's got to be it." That's not the way things are done.  A case of too many cooks in the kitchen can spoil the broth.  Yeah, that's actually true.  What ain't broke, don't fix it.  Well-oiled gears.   You know, all those little sayings that do have a lot of meaning. New faces, new changes.  It's like a double-edged sword.  They're great, but they have no clue to the way things are always done throughout the whole system.  Tweeks can be good.  Sometimes. Sometimes not.  Life isn't a game of hopscotch where you can throw a pebble, land on a square and jump right into the game.  Probably the playground monitor should assign everyone to their own hopscotch board.  There's probably...

When I first walk into work the other morning, my conversation with a lovely coworker of mine -- seriously, she really is lovely. Everyone should meet her. Well, I have no memory of what our conversation was about, but she says something to me -- oh, yeah.  I do remember.  Someone needed me to go on the record.  I'm like, "I know."  Which, I actually did know because I remembered it going into work that day. But why not just say, "Okay.  Cool.  Thank you."   I mean, that's simple.  Right?  Of course it is.  Saying "I know" sounds so ungrateful when someone is just trying to increase your knowledge of life or just help you in general.  And might hurt their feelings.  I know because it's happened to me. Have you ever noticed that the way things are said can take on a totally different meaning.   I told my little rugrats that years ago. We'd make a game out of it in the car by saying the same word in different ways and ...

Man, oh, man.   My head is swirling around from all the AMAZING things I have going on in my brain.  It's hard to narrow them all down to one thought process.  Some people would say, "Scaaaary."  Well, you know, Halloween did roll around again yesterday. It's funny how that works.  It happens every year and people are like, "Oh, my gosh.  It's already Halloween! Before you know it Christmas will be here."  Uh, yeah.  I guarantee you, you will hear that same quote again next year.  Probably, right around this same time. So Saturday, when I walk into the bread store, I overhear these two little boys at the counter talking as they're digging their hand into the giant orange -- guess what!!??   PUMPKIN.    Yeah, a big plastic one filled with Dum Dums.  One little boy was, like, "I like the blueberry."   The other boy was, like, "I like to get the Mystery one."   In my brain I'm going, "The Mystery One? ...

That's the way it should be.  This has been a bust of a week.  From yellow jackets to yellow-bellied cowards.  From sitting at a desk to stories of possible bike rides.  Confusing?   Think how I feel. So, there's these scary yellow jackets that seem to pop up every fall and spring at my source of nourishment, aka, my job.  Not one or two, we're talking, like, lots.   I would attach a  before and after video for your viewing pleasure, but as I've just established myself while trying to do that, I'm not -- well, I can't.   I don't know how. They bombed the bees -- which is easier to say than yellow jackets -- and the floor was COVERED!!! What's up with that?   Isn't that construed as unsafe working conditions.   Hmmm. Well, we can't do anything about those unsafe working conditions, but sometimes in life there's unacceptable living situations that we can do something about.   That's where the yellow-bellied cowards come in...

Soooo  I'm starting a new business.   It's call YOWBABY .   Go me, right?!  Obviously, I think it's very cool.   I mean, I get to encourage others, raise money for epilepsy, have fun and make a little money in the meantime.   What more could a girl ask for?  Then along comes the accountant.   He's got jokes.   So funny.   He's like, "Try not to spend too much money for the rest of the year."    WHAT!!!   HAHAHAHA!!!  You're telling a girl not to spend money.   Is he serious?  That's making me laugh right now writing this.   :) Bummer, he is serious.   It's for my best interest.  Okay.  We'll see.   I am putting in my little head that "I can do that."   Yes.  Do that. Keep repeating "I think I can.  I think I can" to myself and we'll see how that goes.  Until next time -- Me

Time is fleeting.   I admit it, I'm one of those people who hate the change in time.   I can get with it.   I have to get with it, but I hate it.   I'm wearing a sweet shirt I bought right now.  Right this minute.   You know, sweet to me.  Probably not to others.   It has like a flared collar and flowing sleeves.   My brother sent me a photo of him and I holding a rattlesnake in 1978 at the Waurika Ratttlesnake Hunt -- yes, there are things like that in Oklahoma. But the shirt I'm wearing in that photo has the same flared collar and flowing sleeves.   I'd almost say it was cut from the same pattern, but that was 1978.   It couldn't be.  Or could it??? Whoa!!   The passage of time does scare me.  I think I'm scared of time going into the future almost as scared I am of frogs.   Yes.  Frogs.   Dude, those things are scary.   They,...

NO MISTAKE When Death in dark finality Would tempt this heart to break, I must remember through my tears That you make no mistake. The fact that I don't understand Should not a hindrance be, My faith in God would judge these tears As rendered selfishly. It's but for loneliness I cry, My loved one does not weep; He walks green hills beside his Lord, And sleeps where angels sleep. Already he has touched his face, And kissed those nail-pierced feet. Already he has danced upon A shimmering golden street. How could I seek to call him back? He's where he longed to be. He never wanted less than this My tears are but for me. Remind me, Lord, as smoke ascends From ashes to the skies. That from the ashes of my grief Perfection shall arise. And you do all things out of Love, And you do all things well. You never make mistakes, dear Lord. Your hand can but excel You do not fail; you've never failed. And as you give you take. I must not sorr...

What a week.  Does anyone believe in the saying that "Death comes in threes"?    I do.   I have also heard that you just get to three and stop counting.   Maybe.   But I think it comes in threes.   You do stop counting after three, but it seems it's because the span of time after the three deaths is very long in between.   That's why I believe that death comes in threes. Susie:   Susie lived in my tiny apartment community, Ramey Apartments, in El Paso, Texas.  She was cool.  She was 91, same age as my grandmother, but walked all over El Paso.  That's what led to her demise.   She was crossing the street and a mail truck downtown ran over her with his front tire.   Yeah.  Horrible way to go.   Man.   But she was doing what she loved.  Walking.  Manny:  Oh, Manny.   Manny was the best.   He never met anyone he di...

It's been a long year.  Very long year.   It's interesting to me how things can sort of go around in a little circle.   I have a point.  This may be a moment, so hold on. Does anyone really, really like the morning doves?  I mean, they're all well and good if it's not the morning and they're not cooing at 5:00, 6:00 in the morning.  Actually, they're cooing at more like 5:00, 5:01, 5:02, 5:03, 5:04, 5:05 -- well, you get my drift. When I lived in El Paso, that was my introduction to morning doves/pigeons.  Seriously, El Paso has pigeons and stray cats EVERYWHERE!   I really think that's the only animals they have.   Well, except for the recording of the loud, loud jungle sounds of screeching monkeys and parrots penetrating out of the speakers over the bus depot downtown, but that's another blog entirely. Those morning doves,  they woke me up all the time.  So when I left to go to my grandmother's ...

This past November my brother achieved a great accomplishment -- retirement from the Navy after 20 years of excellent service to our country.    In lieu of a gift, I wrote him a poem.  With his permission, I share it here with you. KEVIN As you sit there with those smiling eyes So very blue with sparkling pride I cannot help but join right in Strong emotions swelling inside You’re retiring from the Navy today Twenty years you have done From starting out as a seaman Into a Chief you’ve become My mind can’t help but wander. Back to a tow-headed lad Growing up on Lawton Avenue in Lawton , Oklahoma With two siblings and a dad Your spirit of life and its adventures Beginning way back then Skateboard ollies and bicycle ramps Carefree youth, seeming to never end The determination and love of a father To encourage you all the way Starting a seed of "You’re the boss" To cling to every day But alas, to Dallas off you g...

It's so funny how things can work out.  When things come up randomly and you're able to just share that little inside moment with someone else.   So I segway into the "Purple Marker".   I'm in the middle of a really big trial right now.   It's quite the high profile thing.  The District Attorney has his table in the courtroom covered with markers.  I make the comment to an assistant, "Wow!! Look at all his markers.  I don't see a purple one.  I'm going to ask him, 'Where's the purpler marker?'"  No, I didn't actually ask. We're in the courtroom.  DA calls his first witness.  There's testimony of the incident site.  He brings out a large diagram.  Says, "Mr. Witness, can you please use this purple marker and show us where the automobile was."    HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I immediately turned in open court to the assistant and smile.   She knew.   That's a small thing that...

The random thought in my head for today is about eye cream.   I'm not a doctor, clinician or whatnot, but I do use face cream and no eye cream.  Seriously, I do not get the point of a separate eye cream.  I use Oil of Olay and other face creams twice a day after washing with a washcloth.   I smear them all over my face including around my eyes.   No, I do not get the cream in my eyes, because my eyes are closed.   No, I do not have crow's feet or whatnot.   If someone could help me out to let me know the point of spending A LOT of extra money for eye cream, I'm down.   I'll try it out.  Frankly, I did try one.  It did nothing different than what I have already had. However, with all that being said, I can see the point of covering up dark circles.   Those have to go.  Totally have to go.   And also, what about those puffy circles under the eye?   I know.  I'm waiting for someone out there to say, "Hey, tha...

com·mu·ni·ca·tion kəˌmyo͞onəˈkāSH(ə)n/ noun 1 . the imparting or exchanging of information or news. "direct communication between the two countries will produce greater understanding" synonyms: transmission ,   conveyance ,   divulgence,   disclosure ;   More 2 . means of connection between people or places, in particular. It's been another few months since I've checked in.   I'm not a great blogger, but I'm not the worst either.  Well, I may be the worst.   That's okay.   I'm working on doing better.   I have many ideas for this blog and many hopes.  We'll see where those things can take me.   Along with that, I hope it takes you into a few moments of your daytime hours to enjoy. The best thing I've had the joy to experience is family.   Being awoken by your adult son calling you j...