Cheap Therapy…

October 18, 2019

Buy a dozen eggs and name each of them with those you currently dislike. Break them forcefully watching the slimey mess all destroyed right before your eyes by your own hand. Feel the bliss of letting go. 

Cost estimate: 1 dozen eggs $3.00 vs. traditional therapy $150 for 1 hour . Guaranteed time savings: 55 minutes and no prison.

Vegetarian method – Bunch of grapes, say ‘hello’ to the named dislike, open mouth and ‘pop’ with a delectable squishy burst of destruction as you annihilate.  Bonus: using this method you feed your body with nutrition and give your mind  needed cleansing. It’s a two-fer. 

At office potlucks incorporate disliked food ingredients into your dish OR make a tiny one with their likes. Make it clear that the family pet or sick child, etc. got into it but you were able to salvage the portion brought in. This of course is done AFTER they’ve eaten it. Discretion is mandantory and only to the person who consumed the food. Gives a chance for practicing your acting skills when you have no idea what they are talking about if they tell others. 

If you know a particular hated food by a dislike and you like it, well then, by all means have some. For example, chocolate is consumed and you can destroy and feel satisfied at the same time. Make sure you talk to the person right afterwards so they can get the full aroma from your breath. Win and win. A $2.00 candy bar verses $200 assault and battery. 

Remember, food can be fun.

End of the day surprise…

October 1, 2019

Thought life poetry…

September 30, 2019

8:22 p.m. ,September 30, 2019.

Look at calendar. Walk tomorrow at lunch.

I am DYING each day. Get rid of stuff accordingly. My mind races too much. Why am I so high strung? I feel trapped by everything. My life: job, husband, children, friends.

1. No goal; No purpose. 2. No creativity. Looked upon as less than. 3. Ok-quit; It would be better if you worked. 4. Children. Only useful when I’m doing something for them. 5. Friends. Around when they want something.

Die to yourself . Cleanse yourself from everything and everyone. Phoenix lives.

Prelude to farewell…

September 13, 2019

There is audio near the end.

Gearing up…

September 6, 2019

Hummingbird Carousel…

August 11, 2019

Thinking these are the youngsters of the group as they seem to be more willing to stay awhile and play☺. Love these sweet little creatures!

Hit and Run…

July 31, 2019

Years are fading…

July 15, 2019

 Time moves forward and the present is what we must make use of so that when we look back, our memories will return the colors to those faded years. Childhood, friendships, loves, and losses.  Faded things can sometimes be the softest  and most comfortable. A blanket, a dress, perhaps a photograph that’s seen too much light exposure on a desk. Your life in every day form until one day you look back and it’s  years.

You are still living. You are  present now. One day this too, will be memories.

Happy life to us .

I’d like to thank “A” for your comment that inspired this post.

Dog Days and such…

June 20, 2019

Dog days are fast approaching and it brings to mind the saying, “Lying like a dog.” In the South we mean it in a way that doesn’t coincide with  sleeping / resting on the floor, porch, or any other habitation. As in , “He/She/They …are lying like a dog (dawg if you are from these parts). Makes no sense to me. Dogs are anything but liars. You know where you stand with them the first time you meet them. That’s what I like about them. They don’t hide who they are. 

Welcome Dog Days 2019. I just may “lie” around under my shady patio with a fan and lemonade .

In my young years right out of high school my goal was to work in an office. The only person who worked in an office in my family was an aunt who had secured a government job after a stint in the armed forces. She had a car, her own place, nice clothes and I looked at her as having a lot. I took typing in high school but the teacher wasn’t very good and during tests I was able to look at my fingers. When I graduated I realized I needed to REALLY know the keyboard so my mother bought me a little manual typewriter. She would’ve bought me an electric but I told her that the manual would let me type faster when I did switch to electric as the touch would be lighter.  I was a fast learner and soon I was skilled in the art. Applying for jobs was easy enough. The reality was, however, I had no experience. I remember feeling awkward on timed tests. At one place I knew I had failed even before I completed the assigned letter. My heart beat fast and my fingers fumbled on the smooth keyboard,my mind racing with thoughts of knowing it was a done deal. I handed in the paper and left knowing that I would not be getting a call. 

One job interview stands out. When the man read over my qualifications he asked me if he could give me some advice. I said yes. He told me that a woman who had applied had a lot of experience in that type of job and that it would get her hired, whereas I  had none. I do not recall the conversation verbatim, but I know he was telling me to get experience (or maybe go to school). I thanked him and left. 

Today while watching a Youtube  on encouragement of your dreams the interview entered my mind. Mentorship is a popular word and yet…I had none. There was an opportunity there for me to have had maybe a part time job. To learn and grow. Another memory that just came to mind was when I called a place rather than drive to see if they were hiring. The lady that answered told me that they had just hired a young woman who was doing very well . I wonder if they had given her a chance with no experience? I’ll never know. One thing I do know is that mentorship is a hollow word unless it is backed up by action. Guess times changed. Years later I found a job and since that time I gained my experience. Thanks DC. You gave me my real start.