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6月5日 I love new adventures, don't you??
Good Mawnin', my dears!! I am retiring “A Lady and Her dog Share a Blog”. For the last year, this chapter has helped me heal from burn wounds, introduce you to my loud, boisterous family, showed you some of my hobbies, carefully making comments on current events, and totally shouting out my love for my Collie-mix, Kovu. I adopted a persona for Kovu that eased me into cyberspace with a lot of puppy kisses and shy paws. The more I wrote, the more confident I felt. I have been ready for a change, a challenge. I want to go a different direction, so, instead of scrapping my initial blogging venture, I will set “Lady and Dog” on a special shelf of collectibles. “Lady Cee Has Her Say” is my new Spaces project. I am getting away from caution, timidity, and jumping out on blind faith for more honest writing. My dry, sardonic humor is still intact, but I will let fly the twists, turns and esses that make up my imaginings and dreams. As a former new blogger, I had to find my footing and fight off the intimidation of other more seasoned writers. I am taking a risk and going for a new approach.. my way. Thanks for making my first year enjoyable. I do hope you will come on by and check me out. You know I will be there as soon as I can! Ha! Some things never change! Billy, Fay, Sarah, et al, I will soon send out an invitation for you. Bear with me. Adios! (Ah, college spanish!)
P.S. Never fear! Kovu, as always, is by my side. Peace! Cee 5月8日 Summer school is only two weeks away! I know .. I have enough going on and stuff, right? C'mon, friends! You know me! And to be totally fair, I did think about this, that maybe I should sacrifice and "watch my mom" and cultivate my stress to a new level. Jill, one of my coworkers, simply assured me "You need to do this". And she's right. There's a sense of normalcy in returning to academia, to the harried, exiliarating chaos of it all. Reguardless on what is happening to my mom, time is still going on and I have to take care of myself. What I had to work out emotion-wise is I am not abandoning her by "living". She is right in the front of my thoughts. And Lord! Be with those who don't take care of her right .. we will be there every day! Update: She is leveling off a little. She now has a feeding tube and we may get to move her to a skilled nursing facility (Fancy term for "nursing home") later this week.
I love to write. My favorite classes are the writing classes. My last post was a short story I did for my Creative Writing classes a few semesters ago. I recalled a movie that starred Peter Strauss and Judith Light as a couple where "she" was the one abusing her spouse. It was wild to see that, since Americans have been conditioned that women were always the victims of such violence. I wrote that piece, mainly to be a smartass, but the more I wrote, the more I wanted to. It took on a dance of its own. Since fiction is fact somewhere, it does make you wonder how often this twist happens?! Since I've been living quite a bit at the hospital my Mom is is, I have seen a lot of coupes similar to the one I wrote about. And I wonder ...
The nuances of the comments are wonderful, but let me assure you .. I am not a victim! I did see a few years ago, that the possibilities exist between many couples. But, as I told Ma, Cee will not go down without a fight. Do not worry. I am fine!
I do want to warn you, I will write deeper subjects along the way ... I am a poet at heart, but I want to challenge myself. I want to get my imaginations on paper.
The clip of my eyes .. taken from a recent pic I used as my profile .. reflect my inner surface. They are truly the windows of my soul, my imaginings, my thoughts. I usually have them hidden first thing in the morning behind my thick glasses .. soon to be hidden behind bifocles. When I have contacts on, I eyeliner, shadow, and black kohl-them-up, making my brown eyes clearer, more penetrating. I once could not look at anyone deep in the eyes .. too shy, too evasive, too knowing. Now, after so many business classes and public speaking seminars, I can do this. I want to let the other person know he or she has my rapt attention. Therefore, make my eyes more attractive, more fathomless, drawing you in, and keeping you captive! Sexy!? Yeah, that too! (grin) I won't lie to you 'bout that! I'm old enough now!
Do have a great week!
Creative writing, anyone?
5月3日 I saw it coming: A short story
I saw it coming, but I was too slow. The solid, right hook knocked me off the dining room chair. I plopped on the hardwood floor in a muffled thud. Surprisingly, the chair was undisturbed. I was the target. I was continuously dazzled by the perfect execution and precision of it. I landed painful on my right hipbone, a sudden rush of nausea forming in my throat. I didn’t hear bells, but I did note an imaginary rattling as if something was out of place in my skull. I tasted blood; my teeth cut a gash in my lower lip. I swiped nervously at my mouth and stared at the crimson droplets falling on my Carolina Blue polo shirt. The delicate aroma of chicken cordon bleu, buttered rolls, and garden vegetables surrounded us mockingly. It would send the message to outsiders that we had a loving home. My mind rattled with the Miles Davis jazz playing in the background. I glanced at the partially made table and sighed. Dinner was late and not on the table. The Afro-Modern décor of our home was the latest backdrop of “Kick Earl’s Ass” play I’ve been living. When I landed, I had barely missed the corner of the intricately carved china cabinet. The gold-gilt china was on display, The Oriental carpet, twined with colors of blue, gold, and green, lay underneath the cherry-stained dining set. The table was only set for two; the extra settings were placed aside. The feeble glow of the overhead lights gave the pearly-white walls a shell-pink haze. Beyond the dining room is the warm, cozy kitchen with state of the art appliances. We live in a modest, middle-class cul-de-sac on Summit Street. Ah, the classic image of material prosperity. Ha! Our home is a backdrop. It is the ultimate fool’s paradise. We sure had it going on. At least that’s what I read on the faces of visitors who hover on our doorstep. The curious visits from our concerned (or was it “nosy”?) neighbors made getting close to anyone out of the question. The High Point Police are our most frequent ones. The boys in blue come at least once a month. Once, I rallied my courage to make it to the downtown police department only to hesitate at the foreboding doors. I would touch the door with shaky hand, hesitate and, dejected, retrace my steps to my car. What would I say? How would I make anyone understand? I shuddered. I am a popular and talented architect. My office is in the arts district where I can see my visions as far as I can possibly see from my office window. Not only would this pariah of secrets get out, I would be ridiculed. Probably ruined! After all, High Point is a small city and the African American community knows each other’s business. I won’t give them any more of mine. A sharp kick jolted me back to the present. I curled up in a fetal position to protect myself. Whether this was rage or dead accuracy (I had to think “dead!”), the pointed shoes found every vulnerable spot I couldn’t cover. Maliciously, Johnnie screwed her spiked heels in my left hand. I swooned as a reluctant, high-pitched yelp escaped my throat. I hate the kids are hearing this. Especially EJ. I see the barely concealed scorn on his young face. Lord, just take me now. If God is merciful, I will be unconscious when Johnnie spews her lies to the ER nurse. Her full, chocolate face would mirror concern for “her man”. Her pudgy body would have on the latest fashion a size too small, and her color treated hair styled too young for her age. A tear or two forced from heavy, droopy eyes will be dramatically effective. The nurse (just like the police) would cast dubious glances and ignore what I’ve tried to. This 300-pound woman slaps around her 150 lb man.
4月25日 On the way to my life..
-- Iyanla Vanzant
4月19日 Kovu is a Dog, afterall!
Hmph. Oh no I'm not! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus!
(Cee is cringing, rubbing her arms) Erwwwww! You had a dead squirrill!
The guts were hanging out and there was only the torso and one leg! (Scratching furiously thinking about it)
(Cee shudders at the memory of that poor thing. She also remembers trying vainly to get it--a plastic bag and a dish towel as her armour--but her wayward pup-son snatched it and took off like a jackrabbit before she could get it.)
Well, I can't help you! That's the nastiest thing I've ever seen. Eww!
Well, I can't help him, either! (Rolling her eyes)
Oh, yes I did! You are not going to get a disease by eating wild animals!
I know what it was, young'un. (TJ, roughly awaken from a deep sleep f rom his mother's screeching, dressed and went outside in the back yard. He walked past his mom, squirming around on one foot, balefully looking at the sacred animal, and passed through the back door. Kovu was kept in the house as Cee's reluctant hero got a shovel and upon initial problems scooping the carcas on the shovel, finally managed to get it up. He walked to the end of the yard to the back fence and threw the poor thing over it where Kovu could not reach it.) That was what I heard this morning, huh? I thought it was a cat.
Oh, Lord! (She quivers)
That you have a dark side?
(Praying for patience and understanding, Cee settles in the chair in front of her laptop. She drinks her first cup of coffee. Sighing, she is happy that the itching has stopped!)
4月17日 A gentle prayer
To those persons who are in pain, For those who have lost a dear one, For the rest of us who simply do not understand "why" Blessings! 4月16日 A hug to you this morning!
Ahh, the zaniness of Mondays! I survived the weekend, and that's a positve thing! What did I do? I got to go to the TaeKwonDo studio, spend some time napping (needed that very much!), and been at the hospital with Ma. We will most likely have to place her in a nursing home, but we'll ride them to take care of her as we are the nursing staff now! (Humph!) The good thing is that the nurses have adopted "Miss Mable" and are taking very good care of her. Maya drew a portrait of me, and today, it is shown for its international debut on Spaces! WHOOHOO! After a surprise rainstorm yesterday, Kovu and I took a brisk walk at the park. We both needed that Mama-puppy bonding with no one interferring, you know? I went to the FAFSA site and applied for my college aids. I'm more than chomping at the bit to return to academa. Yeah, I know. I did need the rest and down time, but it is time to continue my school work. After the distractions of a larger university, I need the smaller, nurturing atmosphere of a adult-intuned college. Whatever you do today, do it with a smile, an open heart, and lots of love! Find the romance and beauty in your day and enjoy all moments in it. Hugs and Smooches! Cee 4月12日 Relationships beyond the skin
4月10日 An unfortunate choice of wordsKovu runs to Cee, upset. He lays his head on her lap. Feeling his distress, she stops typing and rubs his head in comforting strokes. She continues this until he finally speaks.
 Mom, I'm not a mutt, am I? 'course not! Why do you ask that?
Petey called me that. (Kovu sniffs sady. Petey is a pit bull who lives with his family down the street.) So, why did he call you a mutt?
I told him he had fleas. Uh, do you know he has fleas?
No. Well, why would you tell him something like that if you didn't know? And if he did, what made you say something to make someone feel bad?
(Kovu looks guiltily the other way) Because I heard someone else say it. Well, it doesn't give you or anyone else the right to say something like that.
I guess I'd better so say I'm sorry, huh? (Cee eyed her wayward pup-son.) Yes, I think you should. (She resumes her typing.)
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I feel emphathy for Imus. TJ asked me if I felt anything about the derogatory words and I replied no. I could go on and on about this but this is factual...
1. Who created the word "ho"? Young black men.
2. Who uses it? Young black men and others who caught the fever along the way.
3. Who is the word directed to? Young black women originally, and then used for other women in this age group. This perpetrates the lack of respect for women, period!
4. Why would young black men, particularly, get upset about a slip when another used this derogatory slang against the same women as a way to belittle them? Once this word meant mainstream, whether it was a slip of the tongue or not, the responsibiity was from the originator
I hope the money that was earned from this was worth it.
Young women, if you are carrying yourself questionably and dancing off music like this , take heed and think about it.
The one positive thing I have heard is that we, as the older generation, are failing our young. We don't teach our families enough about respect.
The dollar has replaced the love in our teens.
 4月9日 The Simplest Things My niece, Maya, loves extravagant things. Like most seven years old divas, the bigger the better. What I find amazing is that she also loves simple things, moreso than those grand items I can find at Walmart! I instinctually know what makes her smile, and, as her "Aunt Mouse", I try to remember to keep those little things around when she is over here.
Her favorite thing is Bonne Bell Lip Gloss. What big smiles I get for a $1.50 investment!
 A year ago April 3rd, the Husband and I became burn victims (you have to be a "victim" before you can learn how to be a "survivor"!) During the earlier chapter of the last year, it wasn't the love offering my coworkers gave me or the phone calls that gave me comfort, or even the study bible I had finally got. It was a simple wooden beaded bracelet with a small wooden cross on it. I got it from the Lifeway book store for all of a dollar. It meant more to me than a precious metal it could have been made out of.
My heart is broken. Since I've been going back and forth to stay with my mom at the hospital, it is now missing in the twilight zone. I hope it turns up.
 I refuse to lie to you. Running back and forth to the hospital (where Ma still is) and trying to keep normalcy at home is tiring and wearing on my body! I've had a low grade headache for the last ten days or so. For a while, her health has fluctuated so that we weren't sure she would be with us. In such a heavy situation, as grave as things were becoming, the simplest destresser is to have a sense of humor. It's an odd time to do so, but more practical than drinking myself to oblivion (as a sister had chose to do!) Crying is a much easier option, but there has to be a balance for it, right?
 Reguardless of his Autism, my son Nick is a very precise young man. He keeps dates and facts in his mind like a lot of us breathe. He is not only the family historian, his also has a preoccupation with the deceased. Last week, when I called home to give the Husband an update on Ma's condition, I overheard him tell our sons "No, she's still alive". Hmph! Life doesn't stop when a loved one is critically ill, but geez!
Nick had made a video tribute to the deceased Duncans. Both amused and annoyed, I arched my overplucked eyebrow and drawled "Nick, you have to wait to start the Rankin side. Grandma's still here!" I guess he is ready to get started!
 One of the most profound ways to say "I love you" is not to say it at all. My small cynicism aside, perhaps I have used these three worlds so carelessly, it has lost the umph! Companiable silence, holding hands, a sincere smile, a cold puppy nose, little kisses do express the feelings as eloquently as the most finely spoken declaration. I'm like my "peewee woman" --Maya-- but I would love a Dr. Pepper lip gloss, too!
This week, I wish for all of you: Companiable silences, comical whimsy, a bounty of love, and many simple things that causes you to really smile (even when you really don't feel like it -- that is when you need it the most!) and totally warms you with His precious grace!  4月5日 The Key to Effective Prayer
Kovu and I wish everyone a glorious Easter! ¡Kovu y yo deseamos a cada uno una Pascua gloriosa! Kovu et moi souhaitent à chacun Pâques glorieuse !
3月29日 Mom's Home ! ! !
Mom has been busy with her mom the last few days, but I can't help it. I need her to take care of me. When she got home yesterday, she rubbed me and kissed me and fed me. She kissed me like she had been away for a week instead of one night! But I wasn't going to stop her! I missed her, too! She was too sleepy to take me out, but that was OK. I let her sleep and I stayed on the back porch until T came home. When he let me in, I went to the living room, and took a nearby place next to the couch where she slept. I can't imagine not having Mom around. When she woke up, she looked around the room and when she found what she was looking for -- me! -- she smiled, and, rising from the couch, she kneeled on the floor. She ruffled my fur and worshipped me all over again. She loves kissing my nose. She knows it makes me sneeze! She just likes to devil me! But what can I say? Life is great when Mom is here! 3月28日 ConfessionsBlogs are for sharing poetry, family stories, and observations about life and beyond. I think I need to share this one thing, for I care about my blogging friends, and never want to mislead any of them in thinking I am perfect .. so here it is (sigh)
I CAN'T FRY CHICKEN!
Tell me your secret. Lord knows, it can't be as bad as mine!
 His Strength is She
I love reading. If the tale is well written, I am completely swept away. It's no wonder I had always found love stories so captivating. I was fourteen years old in 1976. I was in music camp for a week at UNC-Chapel Hill. My first bodice-ripping panter was entitled "Dare to Love" by Jennifer Wilde. It was such that I could not put it down. Ahh, I thought. All love stories should be engrosing, so good! As I got older, naturally, I learned that reality is not as neat as reading the last page. That story ends, suspended forever, at the close of the back cover.
For instance, the story of Jr. and Mable has grown more into a love story than I had originally imagined. Their story is no less dramatic than any other couple. Jr. was ten years older, trying to get over his first wife and running from his demons as if Luficer himself was nipping at his heels. She was a young woman attending college to become a nurse. When he saw her, he wanted her. The poor girl didn't stand a chance, charming dude that he was. It was tempestuous courtship at best. As the story goes, they had to overcome his alchololism, her emotional breakdown, six children (losing the only son), living with their mental illnesses, financial troubles, and the continuous dramas of daughters and grandchildren. Never mind their brothers and sisters (even now) declare their union too close to begin with, much less understand. These two are much older now, still battling things together, but as her sickness progresses, some of us are privy to the love Jr. and Mable (we know them as Ma and Daddy) have for each other. There is a bond, as gentle as ribbon but stronger than steel, that cannot be easily severed.
Right now, she is in the hospital. Her appetite has been non-existent, only sipping root beer (She can't stand it now) and Ensure. She has diabetes, as well as hypertension and her Alzheimers. She blacked out while Sister #2 was attending her. Sister #2 called 911, and Ma was taken to the hospital. She is receiving fluids and liquid nutrition to make her stronger. Two of us has been with her, loathe to leave her alone. Sister #2 is with Daddy, because his strength, it turns out, is laying in this hospital bed. The Rankin, the stubborn fellow he is, totaled his car last Friday. He was too sore to come up here. (I suspect he is too uncomfortable to see her hooked up to machines.)
Daddy depends on her, even as Alheimers is taking her away. Daddy can't be who he is without her. When she calls for him, he pastes a long-suffering look on his face. But, when she sleeps, he studies her, seeing past and present in her face. Knowing ..
Here, in her room, she calls his name. I dial 2002, but no one picks up. She murmurs how much she wants to go home. I know, I soothe, running my hands through her hair. You gotta eat so you can. Her life force may be the first one to leave us, but there is no question about how she has been his life and love. She has taken care of him. He now takes care of her. Without her, he is not as strong. He knows that now.
She is his woman. His strength is she.
We'll get her home.
3月27日 The ExamIt had been five years since I had a mammogram. I wasn't too concerned. I methodically do my self exam in the shower once a month . I'm proud I keep up with it, and I never find anything. I perform it when I primp in the mirror, moving and weighing each globe like a bag of gold. I go a step farther after a good workout. I'll throw back my shoulders and style, profile, and consider my womanly assets while gazing into my looking glass. I smile mischieviously as I check out things from every possible angle. Not too bad for forty-five, I'll grinned deeply. I truly haven't entertained the possibility of breast cancer entering my universe. It was not likely. I have no history of it, and neither do my sisters nor other female relatives. We had other things to concern ourselves with, but breast cancer wasn't one of them. Not until last Monday. "Hmmm", my OB murmered. I'm on the examinating table, bare from the stomach up. I had my left arm laying above my head, as she does the breast exam. After all these years, this has to be the most embarrassing test next to the one below the stomach. As she does the cursory exam, I glance away from her, noting the pressing and the padding of flattened palms and finger tips over the left boob. It's such an other worldy experience. I know it's necessary, but gads! Doctor and patient volley a discussion about the unexpected warmth of seventy degree weather, like she wasn't doing what she was doing. The sun slanted happy rays of light in the neat, sterile room and brightened it considerably. I wanted to be outside so much. My mind drifted determinedly to the kickboxing class I plan to go to after this is over. The martial arts studio is only five minutes away from the doctor's office. She shifted her attention to the right one. I glanced to the opposite corner. Her quick ministrations slowed a little, then seemed to take a little longer. I have a habit of jumping to conclusions, so I didn't worry too much. "Have you always had this lump?" She asked me distractedly. "Lump? What lump?" I thought and blurted out the question simultaneously. "This one." she said, concentrating on one place in particular. There is no breast cancer in your family, Cee. ( I always talk to myself. Sometimes, I talk out loud.) We got our crazies, but no breast cancer. Let me hold that thought! The sun was still shining, right? Yup, the sun was still shining. And there was a lump in my breast. Hey, nothing to worry about, right? There are many reasons for a little rise. It could be a cyst. I'm menopausal .. somewhat. It's probably some hormonal residue. I'm watching what I eat. I'm gamely getting all the poisons out of the body .. the greasy food, the fats, the sugars. I get outside and enjoy nature. I try not to let stress settle in, lest it adds turmoil to my peace and tranquility. Animals are notorious for sensing oddities in their humans. Kovu had not noticed or snifffed out any tainted places on my body. And, Linda, my OB, used to be my Migraine doctor before she switched practices. Does a former headache doctor truly know how to do a boob exam? Does every doctor know what he is doing? Don't panic, girl. Don't panic. "OK. Where is it?" Man! I sound calm and together. NOT! My thoughts raced a mile a minute. I needed to be shown where it -- the bump -- was. Maybe my nipple was going east or something. Linda positioned my fingers to where the place was, and, actually feeling the strange little ball moving under my tips, I couldn't ingore it. The lump was a rise off my nipple towards the right side of it. It was the size of a soft contact lens. So, OK .. I have a lump. How in the world did that get there? I didn't have it last year. And the sun was still shining .. brightly! My brows furrowed. If Nick was here, he would be smoothing my brows. He would tell me to stop thinking so much. Nick's not here though. And I still have a lump in my right boob. My mammogram was scheduled April 4th, two long weeks from now.
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Runt (my sister) was stunned. It's just scar tissue. (I had a breast reduction almost twenty years ago.) Tracey (my best friend) was outraged. Why didn't they make a mammogram appointment for you sooner than that? TJ (my elder son) was comforting. He wasn't worried in the least. Terry (the Husband) joked if I had let him "play" with the girls more, this wouldn't have happened. ( I'm taking it he was in shock, the butt! His mom died of cancer that started with both her breasts and moved to her liver. ) My closest coworkers were concerned. And I started imagining all sorts of things. I am not my breasts. I know that. I am a woman regardless. What if? What if? What if? If I have cancer, they both come off. I can't be attached to parts of my body that is cancerous. I don't have time for medical drama. I had it last year. Not like I don't have enough scars already. I am a Rankin. I am strong. My eyes watered, and I'd impatiently swiped them away. No fear. Taking matters in my own hands, I called the Breast Center and requested the first available cancellation. I got lucky. I had one for Wednesday evening, the next evening. Wednesday, I went diva. I glammed myself up a notch: deep black kohl on my eyes, rustic lipstick, a sunny, yellow top and soft, flowing grey pants. Terry picked me up from work and down Wendover Avenue, right on Church Street the Breast Center. It didn't take long, all of ten minutes. The peliminaries seemed pretty promising. No strange discolorations on the images. It's not official yet. I hadn't got "word" from my doctor; however, I will seek a second opinion since the lump is still there. I woke up with some soreness around one of my previous scars. Could be anything. Right? "Hey, Boo" the Husband leered at me. "It's time to play." (Sigh) And I'm supposed to be the "weaker sex"? Hmph! Sure I am! P.S. My Mam was negative, and I will seek a second opinion. The diagnosis? LBB. Translated: Lumpy-bumpy-breasts!
3月20日 On my way to blogging this morning, I was getting into my groove. Gee! My fingers remember how to fall! I was typing and having a good time, when bam! I slightly moved my laptop and the cord slipped out! Man!!!! It felt so good to be back in Blogland, I didn't have the time to really think of ugly words I could've used at that particulary moment. I know .. I should've "Saved as Draft", but I forgot. At least, I got back on after falling off the horse. I know I've been super busy with the families and all, but when I glance and see comments, I get skittish and happy at the same time, especially when I have writer's block and don't have anything particularly profound or witty or comical to write about. Then, my typical reaction, I withdraw. The ego does get in the way! I am working on some things to get into.
Kovu is just wonderful. He is laying in the back door after eating all his chews. We're going to hit the pavement. And let me tell you, it's a geat time of year for it!
Oh, well! I'll just have at it later!
Love and Hugs!!
 3月15日 I rise!
Wow! Almost 80 degree weather around here today! It seems like winter may not truly make it in the Triad. I like this! It's awesome! I woke up and I was happy to do so. How often, I wondered for a moment, do I actually do that? What thoughts are wondering around in my foggy mind? Now most of the time, I have a complaint in my head. Like, I don't wanna get up! I try my best to keep things in perspective. My parents are sick, but they are still with me in this realm of the universe. I don't want to leave my warm bed, but I am able to get up! I may need to lose some pounds, but one of my necessities are met. It's hard not to complain about things, but how often do I try not to do it? I am an optimist, and yes, I get socked for it. But, there is always something positive in situations. The door closed to us forces us to go try a different, and possibly better entry. Life is what we are given. Why not enjoy it? (Sigh) Even with an impatient pup clawing at the back storm door?
~Love and Hugs!~ 3月5日 It's a great morning!Good morning, dear ones! I am thankful to see another day around good ol' Greensboro. It's brisk and crisp outside, but the sun is out in full force. I hope you (all) had a great weekend.
It's a Monday morning, and I so glad I could get on and say hi to Blogland. It's going to be a sore day for me .. I got a root canal scheduled in about thirty minutes .... Yikes!
I dislike any form of dental work, especially those with a grinding sound effect attached to it! Since I won't be able to wimp out with happy gas, I will bring my walkman and zone out on booty shaking music while I squirm uncomfortably in the chair! Afterwards, if I am not too traumatized, I will take an exihiarating walk in the nearby park. I must keep the body as well as I can! In the mean time, I will holler at all of you lovely people later on during the week.
Love and Hugs to everyone! 3月1日 Did ya think I got lost? Nah, I didn't but family life has been taking the lead. As last week, I've been spending time at the young folks house. It's surprising how much I treat them like glass. My mom still won't eat, but we get Ensure in her so she can take her meds. Daddy, our aging Cowboy, runs the house (quietly, naturally), but his scooting is down to a shuffly because of his arthritis. Mixed in this, the Husband expects me to be ready when he picks me up, and Kovu, my happy pup, is excited and about knocks anyone over with his fluffy tail. In all this ruckus, my dad studies the Wonder Dog, and warns of his younger days when dogs qivered in fear when he and his brother were near because the Rankin men were known to throw rocks at anything with four legs! Hmph!
When I got home yesterday, T and Terry cornered me with the movie "The Prestige" which I fell asleep on. Hugh Jackman couldn't make it interesting for me to stay awake!
T, my would-be college football player, sprained his ankle. That sidelined him from trying out with the minor league football team. Nick, as studious and conservative as ever, is waiting for his bus. The Wonder Dog? His Majesty is lounging and stretchng on the couch. (and I have to take multiple "worship breaks with him. Ha!) Today is cloudy, so we may not get to walk later, as it's suppose to rain. The Husband has gone to get an oil change for his car. Life, at 1026, is quiet.
As for yours truly? I decided that WW, doable as it is, is not in my best interest at the moment. Shoot! With everything emotional in my atmosphere at the moment, all I want to do is eat! Which brings up the subject of my "office" in the kitchen. I reluctantly took my laptop out of harm's and moved in in my bedroom. I can't be around food .. too counter productive. It is on my Firm step, an ingenious excercise tool I've used for many years. With my laptop on top of that, I get my worlds together. Those last fifteen pounds? I will get to them, but it's going to be a slow process.
School? Well, I decided to take a summer school class .. the Old Testament. I'd always wanted to take it. I will get my feet wet slowly returning back to school. Too soon to decide on a course load for the fall.
Life is busy, but, blessedly, I am here! Ha! As I eat my raisin bran (Gasp! 19 grams of sugar!?), I an enjoying a moment's solitude and quiet. It is now a new month, and I am thinking fondly of my blogging family. I will roam around this weekend and see what everyone's up to. I've missed everyone. Rest assure, this corner is safe and well. Just busy, as an Earth Mama's world tends to be.
 Love, love, and hugs!!
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Just do what you do and do it well. Stop worrying about what other people are doing, or what they will say about what you are doing. Justdo what you do to the best of your ability. You may never get an award or public recognition or five minutes on the evening news. Just do what you do because you love to do it.Some people may not like what you do or support what you do. But some people will like it and support it, and some may pay you to do it. Whether people like or agree with what you do is not the issue. The issue has to do with what you do; just because you do it can make all the diference in the world.
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