Tuesday, December 02, 2008
It's taken me a long, long time to realize this, but I'm my own worst enemy. I get gloomy about things as most people do, but instead of mulling it over in my mind for a day or so and then forgetting about it, I tend to pick up on little comments made by friends and blow it all out of proportion. I take comments that were made in complete innocence and look at the negative side of it, because it fits in with the way I'm feeling right then.
I'm not sure exactly how I am going to stop this habit that I've developed to a fine art over the years, but surely there is a way to stop even this! The first hurdle is that I have discovered it. And now that I realize what the culprit is, I can keep my eyes and ears open for the telltale signs that it is showing it's ugly little face. Perhaps the next time I see it poke it's ugly face around the corner I can shout at it and scare it off. Tell it how unwelcome it is and banish it from my life once and for all. Laughter should be a good thing about then. Nothing can stand up to laughter, not self pity, not sadness, not depression, nothing at all! So from now on, if you hear the sound of laughter coming from my little corner of the world, you'll know why!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
**A kindly sorceror meets a band of desert nomads. The result is disaster."
So, to continue on with the story let us go to the band of nomads travelling the desert, there are six total in the band. Beards, long hair, earrings in their ears and one with a black patch over his eye. At least where his eye used to be. An unhappy incident with a sailor took care of that, but that's another story. They traveled far and they traveled wide, and any loot they were able to pick up along the way was divided evenly among them. Who said there was no honor in thieves? These thieves divided and they divided evenly without squabble.
As they were riding midday through the desert, the parching sun took it's toll, but there was no shade to be found anywhere. Suddenly they see a large tent in the distance. "How could that be," they exclaimed in one voice. There has never been a tent here before. But they were not in the mood to dispute their good luck and made haste to investigate. As they approached they could hear the sound of music and laughter. Immediately a pint of brew popped into their minds and they urged their mounts to make even better time.
The tent had two smaller tents to one side, and as they approached they saw that horses and camels were in one of them, leisurely drinking water, and hay was spread about so they could enjoy a feast as their masters refreshed themselves. This was too good to be true, for a fact, but one must treat their mounts as well as a lady friend or they could find themselves with no transportation out of this hell hole. They all dismounted, removed the saddles from the backs of their mounts and placed them on the bar provided for such. No creature in their right mind would wander into the midday sun, so there was no threat of their animals wandering off. The nomads went as a group into the larger tent.
Music was in the air, tables of food were placed conveniently to lounges, and inside the air was cool and fresh. What kind of magic was this? A lady came up to them and asked if they would like refreshments, or perhaps a bath? "Yes, yes, all of that. Who is in charge of this place?" they all wanted to know.
"It is a kindly sorcerer, there is only one rule that must be adhered to. Otherwise everything is free and you may stay a long as you like."
"The first thing I want is something to drink, then I'd like a bath -- after that I'd like to eat and perhaps have a companion to entertain me," said one of the men.
The other men shook their heads in agreement. "But we never found out what the rule was that we must adhere to," one of them mentioned.
"Who cares? How bad could it be? It's likely nothing at all." and they laughed and began to clean up and drink their fill while they were enjoying all the atmosphere. Later there was food and ladies to talk to, dancing to watch, and animals performing tricks.
Suddenly all six of the men found themselves in the middle of the desert, no animals to ride upon, only a towel about their waist and no tents in sight. "What happened, what did we do to deserve this? What was the rule? What will we do now?"
But there was nothing but silence. Moral of the story: if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Find out the rules before you indulge.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Some animals hibernate when this time of year rolls around, but not this chick. Nope I get right out there in the midst of things and taste and drink my way right through to the New Year! You could always say the "devil made me do it" and you wouldn't be far from wrong.....all those Brownie's, and Fudge, and Christmas Cookies. Hey! That's just Christmas, it will start pretty soon with the golden roasted turkey, the stuffing, the cranberry sauce, and the mashed potatoes with gravy. And when you can't put another bite in your mouth out comes the pumpkin pie with the 'real' whipped cream, and maybe even pecan pie! My advice is either be really, really good for the next three weeks -- or else HIDE THE SCALE. At least until this madness is over for another year!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
OK! October is my birthday month and right now the big 70 is just one week away! Am I depressed about this? No -- I'm numb, in shock, bewildered, all sorts of things, but not depressed. Mainly I'm wondering how this happened without me being aware of it. What happened to the years between 60 and 70?
But turning 70 isn't all bad. By 70 you no longer have to justify why you have wrinkles on your face, gray hair and a few extra pounds. Well, everyone expects it of a 70-year-old. You can take naps without feeling the least bit guilty. You can even be forgetful.
Gee! In a year or so when I turn 80 (well, it'll SEEM like it) I can add a whole slew of things to this list that I'll be able to get away with.
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