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Whew! Life! It's time to get down and let her rip! |
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Created: March 13th, 2005 at 1:12am
Modified: October 27th, 2016 at 9:26pm
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It's time to get SERIOUS. I haven't been writing due to life but I know now if I let life stand in the way of my talent I will loose it. I have to write or read about writing. I have to hand write in journals. I have to be active on this sight. I need to read the literature I want to write! We all have to get with the program or get off the speed boat of life.
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| My Aunt is transfered from the hospital to the nursing home so I haven't gotten time to take care of my writing. I will soon. |
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| People, don't waste your time in life trying to make everyone happy. I have found that this is an impossibility. Their happiness has to come from within. This oh woe is me is getting to me. I am not selfish but I am no longer gonna be one of those sucker fishes that eats the stuff off the bottom of the rivers, oceans, etc. I am gonna live if it kills me. Of course, with my antidepressants, hormone patches, etc. |
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| HATES TAXES. THERE MUST BE AN EASIER WAY! |
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Well, as I write I think about the cancer that is spreading in my Aunts frail body and how much she loves life. Never when things happen did she wallow in self pity. She picked herself up and went on with life no matter what. Always allowing herself a social life, speaking her mind, and doing what she thought was best for her. Some called her selfish but then again we only pass through this world once so I guess we need to make the best of it.
I want to get back to writing. I wish I had bought a laptop instead of this sometimes. Maybe I should do things the old fashion way and write with a pen and paper. That wouldn't be so bad cause I write all the time any way. I give hand written books at Christmas. I'll take a journal and write quotes, stories, and letters to the person I'm giving it to and they love it. I've given one to my doctor, my daughter, my friend in California, another best friend, I lost a friend to cancer and made one for her daughter....they are great. People love them and it's something they want to keep forever. I do them in different colored pens with hearts and flowers. Sometimes I give them a hippie look...try it sometime. You will brighten someones day. |
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| Well, when everyone in your family starts to get old and you are the only one left it becomes your duty, like it or not to take care of everything. My Aunt is still in the hospital fighting for life at 80. It's not easy. I wish she would let go but she's one of those strong depression era women. The cancer ward is a sad place to be but I've tried to bring a little joy and laughter to the place with my stories of life. |
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| God must have made the hormone patch especially for me. When I put one on I feel like a new woman! I just finshed my Water Aerobic class and those little old ladies make me feel so good. Can you imagine an 80 year old that gets in water that is 79 degrees when it's about 56 degrees outside and doesn't complain. My kind of woman! She's round and short with her thinning hair covered my her ballcap. She knows she can't walk without doing the class. She's went through the depression and loss and keeps a smile on her face. She still sews although she has a hard time threading the needle. While the youth of us complain she thinks positive. Sometimes I think some Vincent Peale is in her blood. Stop and talk to someone who is older. They are so wise and many times we don't give them the time they deserve and you talk about things to write about. How do you think Fannie Flagg wrote the killer "Fried Green Tomato's." |
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| God must have made the hormone patch especially for me. When I put one on I feel like a new woman! I just finshed my Water Aerobic class and those little old ladies make me feel so good. Can you imagine an 80 year old that gets in water that is 79 degrees when it's about 56 degrees outside and doesn't complain. My kind of woman! She's round and short with her thinning hair covered my her ballcap. She knows she can't walk without doing the class. She's went through the depression and loss and keeps a smile on her face. She still sews although she has a hard time threading the needle. While the youth of us complain she thinks positive. Sometimes I think some Vincent Peale is in her blood. Stop and talk to someone who is older. They are so wise and many times we don't give them the time they deserve and you talk about things to write about. How do you think Fannie Flagg wrote the killer "Fried Green Tomato's." |
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Remember that song from years ago. I can't remember who sung the song but it said, "What every it is my friend, let's just keep dancing."  That's what I am trying to do. I'm reading Joel Osteen's book. Everyone should get it and it teachs how to break the cycle of being unsucessful, how to live your dreams, just reach out beyond your potential. Visualize becoming an author. If nothing else loving to write to leave to our children. I know if I can start thinking this way with continueous heartbreak that anyone can. In fact, I'm getting me some index cards and taking notes and putting them everywhere even in my purse. I am going to rise up and be victorous. If Maya Angelou can so can we.
Let's get a Positive Thinking message board on here because most artist let's face it are sucidal (Vincent VanGough), so artistic that they don't fit into the norm of society, they are depressed, but God knows that can write. The brains of writers think faster than we can write it down. My husband calls me Diesel because he says I'm like an eighteen wheeler. He can look at me and see my brain spinning out of control. Of course it could be the Menopause, the ADD, or other things but while it is spinning I will WRITE. |
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| I'm off to the hospital to watch my only Aunt die. She was so looking forward to going on a cruise on April 23. They say all mamals quit eating and drinking when they are ready to die. I want to climb a big hill, lie down with the sun beaming down, and pass away gently. I don't have such luck so I guess one of those tornado's we have in Alabama will sweep me away and my death will be just twrilling in the sky. Perhaps, I'll land in Oz! Hey, I told you in the beginning my world was spinning too fast don't be so surprized! |
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Oh, how good it felt to go to my Water Aerobic class that I teach and let loose some steam. We talk about everything in that class and you should see us singing to Sam the Sham and the Phroahs. I need that. If you could see how depressing my poetry has been lately.
Well, gonna take a long shower. Stick that obnoxious hormone patch on and hope for the best. I've found the best thing to avoid fighting with my dear husband. Earplugs he wore in the coalmines. You just use them like silly putty, flatting them out like a worm. You then stick them in your ears and they expand. You can't hear shit.
Then you go around like a bobble head doll shaking your head yes. No one every knows especially if you grow your hair long. Oh, yes life may be a bitch but if you are a smart one you just make adjustments. |
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