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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| Off to work again! I am not opposed to winning the lottery and retiring early. oh lottery Gods! I promise to do good works and keep myself busy. Sending this simple letter for your consideration. Actually, I'm just whining cause I don't want to work tonight. I have the desire to stay home and write. Wish me well! |
And today he gets his License! We climbed into the white motored contraption. A vehicle built in another era, a survivor of the past millennium, and this beast holds power under the hood. The outer casing is made of strong metal without the plastic molding of newer automobiles. It is meant to withstand the elements, foreign objects found in our path, stray animals on a Kamikaze mission, and even time itself. The inner cabin is constructed of sturdy leather from an actual cow's hide. The interior is soft and supple giving the feeling of being embraced in safety. Even the controls on the dashboard ooze style and refinement offering the driver a ride in the executive suite. Equipped with airbags that are clearly labeled and seat belts providing a gripping stability my car is a haven for the road. My 1997 Buick LeSabre is a classic example of an old car made when driving was easy. So why do I still feel utter panic when I am driving with a new driver? This is my 3rd and final child to educate as a driver. Will there ever be a time that I can embark on a short jaunt of parental tutelage that won't evoke the desire to poke my eyes out first? Can I dispense with the overwhelming perception of imaginary dangers dispersed in our path? Can I quit becoming the eagle-eyed warrior of the road pointing out obstacles a football field away from the vehicle? Lord, what I am praying is that you will allow me to relax and allow my child to enjoy this experience. It probably doesn't help when I tell him stories about when I learned to drive, especially the one about running over my mother with the car. I am sure in the years to come my children will tell each other stories about what a nervous nut mom was when she taught them to drive. I just tell myself that I am imparting wisdom about what an incredible responsibility it is to be behind the wheel. We climbed into the white motored contraption eager to consume more driving hours. Practice makes perfect they say. We need nighttime hours. Hell, I don't even like driving at night. Mom is supposed to remain calm. Is that possible? The child did wonderfully. I, however, cannot shake the feeling of being totally out of control. The good news is that we are back on solid ground and have returned home safely. I don't really think that he noticed that I wanted to throw up the whole time. Safe driving everyone! |
| Hello World. Still out here kicking it and hoping somebody is taking the time to visit my blog occasionally. I do not attempt to impart some wisdom that I lay claim to. I only desire to share my thoughts as I travel the earth as a fellow tourist. Let's share the road together and toss about our conceptions and interpretations of a good and sometimes rocky road. |
| Another Sunday comes to pass. Supposedly lackadaisical offerings of time, now filled with laundry, church, errands, family outings, and Monday morning preparation. My day of rest turns quickly to an endeavor of squeezing everything into a furious draining of the hourglass. Slow down, you tell yourself, to no avail with the cogwheels in your brain grinding incessantly. A mechanism urging us to do more and be better pushes us to the brink. Because I am tired, I will hold my one day protest against the stressors of time. I shall turn that underwear inside out and wear that same bra twice. Instead of making pot roast, we will eat hot dogs! My son will do his homework now, instead of at ten o'clock tonight! This protest occurs only in my little world, but it sure feels good. |
| Trouble comes to roost. It is an inevitable part of life. No one skates without paying the gatekeeper. Preparation is an illusion. As depressing as it sounds, there is only one method to transcend the drama as it unfolds. Breath deep and plunge through it. If you have done your life right, there will be someone waiting at the deep end to pull you out. They will offer you a towel to dry your hair, a hug to keep you warm, and a kleenex to wipe away the residue of pain. Never walk alone through the good times and the bad. |
| Hello World...there is greenery in the hills and misty air in the mountains. There is a whole big planet to see and notice. From the tiniest bug to the golden rays above there is the beauty of life. Live in the moment, bask in the company of loved ones while you can. Grasp the gifts the Lord has bestowed. They are out there waiting for us all. Do away with the drama and stress to take a stroll through untroubled waters, if only for a moment. Let it bring calm to your soul and peace to your heart. |
| Stress is actually painful. It is thrown on top of you without knowing from which direction it traveled or its trajectory. It never tells you how long it will visit or how it will leave you when it is done. Standing up to the weight of stress is a difficult job and one we all almost always feel inadequate to accomplish. So we tread water, waiting for a breath of fresh air to infuse us. The air may flow from a hug, faith, memories, or even a flower blooming. We just have to leave our hearts open to find them. |
| I'm back from my mini-vacation. It was four days spent in a cabin in the woods with my kids and hubby. I grew a year older (birthday)but not necessarily wiser. Togetherness is always good in short bursts. We had a great time, but now it is back to reality and life as it was before with everyone running in opposite directions. Time passage can be brutal so make time to connect with loved ones. |
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