Archive for March, 2007


Friday, March 9th, 2007

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops – at all

Emily Dickinson knew all too well what it was to hope and gifted us with this understanding of what Hope looks like in us all.

When something takes up residence in your soul, it is there to stay and no amount of “forgetting” can make it go away. You see, Hope knows how to stir your soul like a bird fluttering its feathers and, even when you can’t recognize it, Hope remembers and sings the tune for you. The tune without the words…the hope without the memory…it never stops…at all.

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Picture for Today

Thursday, March 8th, 2007

This was too good to pass up…

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Spouting Doubting

Tuesday, March 6th, 2007

Some people, it seems, just cannot be happy in life unless they find a way to cast a shadow on someone else’s happiness. I call that “Spouting Doubting”. You know someone like that I’m sure. You tell them about something wonderful that happened to you or to someone you know and their first response to you is, “Yeah, but…”. For some reason, that I just cannot fathom, these people are always looking for “the catch”. They believe strings are always going to be attached, no matter the circumstance.

Guess what, people. Sometimes a blessing is really just a blessing. You didn’t do anything to deserve it. You didn’t make it happen. You don’t have to cross the t’s or dot the i’s to make it stick. Sometimes good things happen and all that is required of you is to believe it is real. There will always be someone willing to be the one “spouting doubting” but you have to have the faith to not let them steal your blessing.

Recognize the gift and overlook the doubters.

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Caption This

Monday, March 5th, 2007

Eyyyyyy, Macarena!

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A Lost Art

Sunday, March 4th, 2007

I’ve figured out what’s wrong with kids today. Want to know? Alright, I’ll tell you. They don’t climb trees. Yep, and I am sore afraid that fact will lead to our ruin as a civilization.

When I was a kid, we lived in a house that had a HUGE tree in the backyard. It probably wasn’t really all that huge but when you’re a little kid, it doesn’t take much to be considered huge. Anyway, that tree was magic for us. Oh yeah…the kids from the neighborhood would all come over (see that was during a time in history when kids in the neighborhood knew each other and played together…outside) and we would head up into the tree. Only, it wasn’t a tree anymore at that point. No, it was the Starship Enterprise and we were the crew.

Captain Kirk and his crew, everyone had a name from the show, would take their places on the “bridge” and we would get down to business. We traveled the universe in that tree…beaming down to alien planets, doing battle with alien bad guys, rescuing each other from all kinds of tight spots and situations…of course phasers were always set on “stun”. We even took turns being Captain Kirk and ordering Mr. Sulu to “Get us out of here, warp factor 9″.

That tree could take us anywhere we wanted to go. All we had to do was imagine it. That’s the problem with the times we live in now. There is no more imagination for kids. Everything has already been imagined for them. All a kid has to do now is turn on the Playstation or computer or whatever and someone else’s imagination takes them anywhere they want to go. They never even have to get off the couch.

It is so sad to me that kids today don’t know what it is to fly a tree and boldly go where no kid has gone before. Maybe they just need someone to show them how it’s done. Anyone out there up for a trip on the Starship Enterprise?

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No Chicken Wire

Friday, March 2nd, 2007

Good Lord in heaven, what is happening to people? There is “politically correct” and then there’s “politically say what?”. As I alluded to in the crusty nose post, here is the story of the poultry fencing.

Yes children, gather around, I have quite a tale to spin. It seems that someone somewhere took great umbrage at the term “chicken wire” and apparently launched a massive nationwide campaign to rename the meshed wonder. It is now referred to as “poultry netting”. This actually took me by surprise when I searched the web for prices on chicken wire only to find that it is no longer referred to in such an apparently offensive manner. For instance, while searching the big orange home improvement store (use your heads here kiddies…you know the name) for said chicken wire on line, I couldn’t find it. Then I searched “fencing” and guess what came up? Yep. It was “poultry fencing” on line and actually “poultry netting” in the store.

Here, look for yourself…

I guess either some chickens were greatly offended that anyone would think mere wire could hold them in or some other type of poultry (turkeys maybe) got upset about being referred to as chickens…which they clearly are not. Or maybe it was Cornish Hens that started the campaign…but, no, I guess they probably would have opted for Cornish Latticed Mesh or some such thing. Whatever or whomever, the fact remains that “chicken wire” is no longer vogue. “Poultry Netting”, people. Remember that.

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Friday, March 2nd, 2007

Just some random thinking on my part:

~ Why do I wake up 10 minutes before my alarm was going to go off anyway?

~ Why do I try to get into a deep sleep for those 10 minutes?

~ Why do puppy kisses chase away any remnants of a bad day?

~ Why are we still talking about Anna Nicole Smith?

~ Why do I go to bed so tired I can hardly hold my eyes open just to lie there wide awake for hours?

~ Why are some people too mean for words?

~ Why does the grammar check tool in Microsoft Word speak Ebonics?

~ Why do people think you must be up to no good when you do something nice for them?

~ Why does bottled water have an expiration date?

~ Why are we still in Afghanistan and Iraq and threatening to go to North Korea and Iran?

~ Why can’t we find Bin Laden?

~ Why do we care what someone did fifty years ago as a child just because they are running for office today?

~ Why does Barak Obama take offense at being called sexy with his shirt off?

~ Why do some folks accept charitable help and then sell it?

~ Why are naps at work a no-no?

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Principal with no Principles

Thursday, March 1st, 2007

This gives a whole new meaning to going to the principal’s office:

Principal Dealer

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Thursday, March 1st, 2007

Sorry for my absence yesterday but I was home with the worst most debilitating migraine I can ever remember having. The only thing that kept me from calling someone to carry me to the emergency room was the fact that I couldn’t even fathom the idea of trying to sit in that waiting room with my head coming apart like it was. I even thought about calling an ambulance but, well, I needed to take a shower and get cleaned up and that just wasn’t going to happen. So I called my Mom and let her know I was dying and, if I did give up the ghost, I asked her not to think bad of me because my house was dirty.

Then, I held my head in my hands as I made my way to the kitchen and got an icepack from the freezer. I collapsed back in the bed with the ice pack on my head and over my eyes and, at some point, I either fell asleep or passed out (take your pick) and woke up a couple of hours later. My head was still coming off but at least I could walk now without using the wall to hold me up.

Today is much, much better but the remnants of the evil migraine monster are still lurking just below the surface. I am being so careful because it feels like if I make just one false move the whole thing will come flooding back and crush me like a grape again. Step lightly Deb. Step lightly.

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