My grandmother is one of my greatest role models in life. The woman is 87, and in the last two years, has had both her knees replaced, a massive great attack that resulted in a triple bypass, and she fell and broke her hip, and had that replaced. I was there to drive her home from rehab when she bluntly refused a walker, and would only take a cane. I was also there when she tossed the cane into the bushes as we left the rehab center, saying she didn't need that silly thing. I can only hope, when I'm nearly ninety, I can say I have that kind of spunk and spirit. Let her be a role model for all of us. Have a great day! Votes are in!
Well you made it to another Sunday so here is a thought: Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them. Vote is in.
gotta love all the dedication.....music is very inspiring...the truth and human story and emotions all felt by the listener......merry xmas.....enjoy your favourite music.....today...and tomorrow....and the day after.....
I was out doing Christmas shopping yesterday, braving the department store insanity. As usual, people thought I was a bit nuts. Not because of my corset; but because I broke into hysterics when a version of christmas song, "Santa Baby," came on - the version sung by a guy. This yanked me back to high school chorus, where the WOMEN'S show choir was performing that song. That didn't stop one of my male friends from running onstage during the performance, wearing that "sexy santa" women's lengerie (red silk, write fur...NOT THE UNIFORM OF THE CHOIR), garters, heels and all, prancing around and singing the song. He got in serious trouble, but I still laugh about it today! Have a laugh today! Votes are in!
OCD Story, Part 2: I believe God [Goddess, Allah, Him, ____ insert your deity of choice] is an unconditionally loving Father. I also believes he strives to teach us our life lessons with a bit of cosmic humor. Joke 1: Give an OCD neat freak a love of cats. I can't live without my kitties, but have a deathly phobia of the "three cats; small house" smell. Joke 2: Send Murphy over while the OCD neat freak is having her insane, scrub everything a million times cleaning attack. Murphy decided Thursday morning, before my critical appointment, was when the leaking pipe in my bathroom should break completely. The same leaking pipe I called a plumber for last month, when I noticed the water stains on my wall. He told me there was no problem, and the stains were just a reaction from the fresh paint and humidity from my showers. Bad news gets worse: when the industrial carpet cleaner I used to clean up the water in the bathroom, and clean the carpets, made enough loud, terrifying noise to inspire my kitten to have...politely phrased, an explosive bowel movement...all over my couch. Accounting for the overwhelming stress, bowl of cat crunchies, and those two events, everything leading up to my meeting was a massive FML moment. The good news, the plumbing company is fixing my bathroom for free, after I threatened to sue for that screw-up. And my meeting went well. And, my conclusion of the cosmic lesson: I still need to work on not taking life so seriously!
