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Old Lady Singing Kid’s Songs…

SO, I realize that I listen to some unorthodox music.  This is particularly true if you consider my age and the age of my children.  I’m looking forward to the new Raffi CD coming out this month.  I love Disney … Continue reading

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Protests…

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So… Let me start by saying that, if you’re going to send out an email to the entire company informing them that… at 4:00 there is going to be a protest at the corner of anywhere and anywhere… it MIGHT … Continue reading

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I’m tired and I’m scared

I will, of course, start out by admitting I have a chronic “illness” and I rely on my doctors.  Big shock to  anyone who has ever read this blog, I know.   I have been scared of a lot of … Continue reading

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Finally The Weekend

It has been an incredibly long week… and I don’t know where the week went! I was in training this week.  That means that my “work” hours were off shifted by a pretty significant chunk.  That means that I was … Continue reading

How Many Likes

<<< Rant… just saying… you can leave now if you wish>>>

Okay… so this morning I have enough time to think and I realize just how much this bothers me and just how much I need to get this out of my head.  There are things that drive me out of my tree (this is one of them) that I can vent about and there are some that I know venting will not help even in my head.

So vent I will

I am on Facebook.  I joined Facebook to, frankly, keep track of my kids and to kind of patrol what they were saying and to try to derail (when they were minors) any stupidity that I thought I might be able to derail.

I read (when I can) posts that other people post.  I smile at the cat and dog posts.  I cringe at the plethora of rhetoric that has descended in the past year.  I read and I think

And what has been eating at me so much lately (other than the posts that deride others if they don’t agree or that do the neener neener neener dance over and over and over again) are the posts that ask how many likes can this person get, how many likes can this poor puppy get, like and share and comment and jump up and down on one foot and scream to the cosmos if your God is a vain and needy God.

I just paged through an entire “page” of how many likes can this get, how many likes can that get, how many likes… like me like me like me like me! The person in the picture will probably never know how many “likes” they got.  But the person who is doing nothing to improve anything, nothing to help, nothing to make a difference is getting a BAZILLION likes for posting a picture that elicits emotion.  Yay for popularity contests.

My God is not a needy God.  I honestly don’t think He gives a rats ass how many people on Facebook like a post about Him or comment Amen (Overcoming cerebral palsy, type Amen if God is good…. Can they get a amen with alot of likes… 100 likes in 2 minutes guys ? cutest baby ever)…  I think He is too busy with important shit to really worry about His ratings on Facebook… or the number of like YOU are getting by posting that people should like comment and share.

No.
No, I won’t
and the more you beg me to, the less likely I am to like ANY of your crap and the more likely I am to unlike a page and scroll on past your crap.

There are things that I will share.  Yeah, probably entirely too many but the ones I share speak to ME and are targeted at ME because they make me think.  Yeah, it makes me smile when one of my pictures that I take with my phone while I’m in the out and about get liked  on Facebook or when something I’ve said here or in my writing blog get liked (because then I can kid myself into believing that my words have touched lives and made a difference).  But for me it is more the knowing that something that I’ve done or said has maybe helped someone… that maybe I have made a small difference even just for a day.

It’s not a popularity contest.

If something has helped, I am incredibly happy that it has helped.

If something has made you smile or think or understand a little better, then that is even better.

There are times that I would love to have certain people like my crap because then I would think that maybe they understood.  But they don’t and… they don’t… but I’m used to that.

So I will end my rant and I will work harder at planting flowers and spreading Joy and being a tiny light in the darkness.

Love and Light
April
1/25/17

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The New Gym In Town

While I was in Texas, I completely enjoyed the benefit I had at my employer of a reduced price membership (pre-tax dollars!) at Golds Gym.  There was one two blocks from the office when I was downtown and about three … Continue reading

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Burden or Blessing… if you don’t get a miracle, be one…

I’m not sure if, back when I got the phone call from my primary care physician telling me that I had/have very active RA, I would have ever been sitting around trying to decide if I actually view what my … Continue reading

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Making the Most of the Year End

Year End… the time of reflection… of new promises to ourselves that are quickly broken, of preparing for festivities (or for planning on quiet nights spent at home). The end of the year can mean so many different things.  If … Continue reading

On Christmas 2016

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Good Christmas fair reader.  I hope that this morning finds everyone filled with love and peace and as reasonably pain free as possible, regardless of what ills may befall.

It’s been a busy few days in our house, what with surgery and healing, a brand shiny new Sleep Number bed that seems to be really good for the most part but IS taking some getting used to, preparations for Christmas and just basically getting by.

This morning, much to Peanut’s dismay, I slept in thirty minutes and woke to the normal morning ritual.  I found myself with a little extra time because everyone else is doing the needful (sleeping, organizing, what have you) around the house and the turkey doesn’t go in for another couple hours (again on the pellet grill).  So here I am, taking the time to sit and relax with coffee and “conversation”.

I read a blog post (which I can totally not find how and I am kicking myself for not saving it to Evernote like I save nearly everything else) about someone who was going through her long hand journals and writings and converting to digital.  I thought it was a smashing idea, so decided to make even MORE use of my Evernote account and transcribe poems and other writings I’ve done over the past thirty three years.  I deeply regret the loss of some of the work I did in high school, because, while it was really rather juvenile in retrospect, I  really liked some of what I did.  I regret not having the red hard bound book that Sister Sue gave me as a gift.  And I know that all of the words that poured from my tortured teenage soul are so much rat nest linings, wet and warped and beyond ever repair.

I’ve run across Christmas memories in my writing and it has me thinking of my past and how things in life have changed.  I’ve realized that I’m more than just the sum of my parts.  I am more than where I came from and who I was, more than even just the experiences that have gone into cramming my mind full of thoughts that scream at each other for attention.

I am unique in so many ways.

I’ve embraced my incredible weirdness and I have chosen to give way less of a shit what anyone thinks about that.  I enjoy having an open mind and an open heart and I enjoy knowing that the lives I’ve touched recognize my weirdness for what it is.  Like me or not, my spirit will not accept less than it is.

So, on this chilly (and if I look REALLY hard I can still see some snow) white Northern Ohio Christmas morning I wish you Joyous Kwanzaa,  Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas , Season’s Greetings, Happy Sunday or whatever today brings to you and yours.

Love and Light
April
12/25/16

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Ice is not always your friend.

So, Monday we had the residue of snow then rain then freezing rain then freaking cold.  And… I fell on my butt and caught myself on my right arm… my right arm… my problem child… Monday it HURT when I … Continue reading