I have always heard the old phrase, "All the glitters isnt gold." But, I came across this poem with a refreshing reverse concept:
All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
JRR Tolkien
The Infamous Cross Walk
Look people .... Since me getting to my cozy office depends on using the wonder that is a cross walk, I need us to have a little understanding: I know that your big bad car could mow me down at any given moment..... And even my own father personally changed the rule "Pedestrians have the right of way" to "Pedestrians have the right to die!" But seriously....look at the happy blinking mechanical sign-See it? See the little white person walking?
That's supposed to be me!!!!!
ME = Little white person walking!!!!! SO, Let me cross the effin street!!!!!
Sigh.
When I come to this obstacle, I have only been conscious for an hour. These heels are very high, my bag weighs as much as as a grown goat, my coffee is dripping down my wrist, and it is usually pretty windy.... I have a lot going against me already. Don't make me play chicken or frogger or bust a Sandra Bullock/Miss Congeniality on your car, "I'm walkin' here!"
That's supposed to be me!!!!!
ME = Little white person walking!!!!! SO, Let me cross the effin street!!!!!
Sigh.
When I come to this obstacle, I have only been conscious for an hour. These heels are very high, my bag weighs as much as as a grown goat, my coffee is dripping down my wrist, and it is usually pretty windy.... I have a lot going against me already. Don't make me play chicken or frogger or bust a Sandra Bullock/Miss Congeniality on your car, "I'm walkin' here!"
Busting a Britney!
I have not really ever been the type to say, "I am having a bad hair day."
No, because I can not narrow it down to just an occasional day here and there. I am having a bad hair life! I have naturally frizzy hair in the Mississippi humidity for Pete's sake. I can tell you the weather forecast from the state of my mane. If its going to rain, me and the mirror know! I have come to terms with this and am not expecting perfection, but favoring the 90's version of Scary Spice is not my ideal look....
Frizz Ease, you say? Puh-leez! You apparently haven't seen this rat's nest up close and personal! It would take a slab of Crisco to tame this mess.
I have often considered busting a Britney and just lopping it all of GI Jane style, but I fear my nearest and dearest would be concerned by my state of mind.
After years of trials and tribulations, I finally learned to prepare myself though.....I have a hair straightener in my bathroom, purse, desk, and car......... too help keep me on the straight and narrow!
No, because I can not narrow it down to just an occasional day here and there. I am having a bad hair life! I have naturally frizzy hair in the Mississippi humidity for Pete's sake. I can tell you the weather forecast from the state of my mane. If its going to rain, me and the mirror know! I have come to terms with this and am not expecting perfection, but favoring the 90's version of Scary Spice is not my ideal look....
Frizz Ease, you say? Puh-leez! You apparently haven't seen this rat's nest up close and personal! It would take a slab of Crisco to tame this mess.
I have often considered busting a Britney and just lopping it all of GI Jane style, but I fear my nearest and dearest would be concerned by my state of mind.
After years of trials and tribulations, I finally learned to prepare myself though.....I have a hair straightener in my bathroom, purse, desk, and car......... too help keep me on the straight and narrow!
One Inch Tall
I feel about an inch tall half of the time.....I am only 5 feet tall, might as well be an inch!
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama,
you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
Shel Silverstein
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama,
you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
Shel Silverstein
Spelling Bee
It's a damn poor mind that can think of only one way to spell a word. ~Andrew Jackson
Everyday is a spelling bee for me! I honestly thank God hourly for spellcheck. This is not a tool I take for granted.....
I have already discussed that my mother, with her masters in Reading Education, is a walking dictionary. Shamelessly, I can not spell worth a flip. It is this huge block I have. I have been praised for my intellect in all other areas. Soooooooo. How can a seemingly smart person not be able to communicate correctly via written material? Gotta love Google (which is "idiot speller" friendly!)......I found this article:
Post Magazine: Why Stevie Can't Spell
Steve Hendrix
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, February 22, 2005; 2:00 PM
Steve Hendrix is a voracious reader and a graceful writer. But for more than two decades as a professional journalist he has been mangling words. He's a travel writer who can't spell "itinerary," for heaven's sake. So he set out to find out why that might be. One thing he discovered is that bad spellers may be born, not made.
Continued,
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A34940-2005Feb18.html
Everyday is a spelling bee for me! I honestly thank God hourly for spellcheck. This is not a tool I take for granted.....
I have already discussed that my mother, with her masters in Reading Education, is a walking dictionary. Shamelessly, I can not spell worth a flip. It is this huge block I have. I have been praised for my intellect in all other areas. Soooooooo. How can a seemingly smart person not be able to communicate correctly via written material? Gotta love Google (which is "idiot speller" friendly!)......I found this article:
Post Magazine: Why Stevie Can't Spell
Steve Hendrix
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, February 22, 2005; 2:00 PM
Steve Hendrix is a voracious reader and a graceful writer. But for more than two decades as a professional journalist he has been mangling words. He's a travel writer who can't spell "itinerary," for heaven's sake. So he set out to find out why that might be. One thing he discovered is that bad spellers may be born, not made.
Continued,
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A34940-2005Feb18.html
Test of Time
There is a wonderful line to a song from the musical Avenue Q, "There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time."
I have some great friendships that I value more than I probably say. These are friends I truly love and carry a deep adoration for. They are people I do not have to talk to on a daily basis and do not know every single detail of their daily lives. But when we are around each other we pick right back up as if we had seen each other just earlier that day.
Then there are those people you are constantly around and the more you are around them, the less you want to be. "Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers." ~Mary Tyler Moore
I have some great friendships that I value more than I probably say. These are friends I truly love and carry a deep adoration for. They are people I do not have to talk to on a daily basis and do not know every single detail of their daily lives. But when we are around each other we pick right back up as if we had seen each other just earlier that day.
Then there are those people you are constantly around and the more you are around them, the less you want to be. "Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers." ~Mary Tyler Moore
Desperate [Fire]House Wife
In the words of Elizabeth Taylor, “I don't pretend to be an ordinary housewife.”
It is an atypical life I lead, being the wife of a firefighter. I am not the normal suburban housewife, that’s for sure.
In my world I am “married” 2/3 to 1/2, of the time depending on how many extra shifts my husband works. The rest of the time I am by my lonesome, left to lounge on my own. Independence is a must. But, for an only child, this is not such a bad set up. I have “my” time and the whole house, including a king size bed, to myself. Then other days I get to “play house!” Honestly, I would not know how to live any other way- I guess because as a married couple, we haven’t known any other way.
Military wives have different woes, not seeing their spouse for months at a time. I can only imagine the angst felt by that long separation. On the other hand, being the wife of a firefighter is an ongoing daily adjustment. One night they are there, the next they are not. Self-sufficiency is a necessity. Even if you are planning to have a “married day,” that phone call comes at any moment to tell you he is staying at the station. Insert self sufficiency here: He was supposed to by the dog food…..! If I could not load up a 40 pound bag of dog food myself, I would be out of luck with two hungry dogs!
Anyway, hubby was recently presented with the honor of "Firefighter of the Year." My initial thought: "That's so great!" My realistic reasoning: "If I am going to take the backseat to a dern firetruck, at least I know that he is excelling and showing such effort at the job he loves!"
It is an atypical life I lead, being the wife of a firefighter. I am not the normal suburban housewife, that’s for sure.
In my world I am “married” 2/3 to 1/2, of the time depending on how many extra shifts my husband works. The rest of the time I am by my lonesome, left to lounge on my own. Independence is a must. But, for an only child, this is not such a bad set up. I have “my” time and the whole house, including a king size bed, to myself. Then other days I get to “play house!” Honestly, I would not know how to live any other way- I guess because as a married couple, we haven’t known any other way.
Military wives have different woes, not seeing their spouse for months at a time. I can only imagine the angst felt by that long separation. On the other hand, being the wife of a firefighter is an ongoing daily adjustment. One night they are there, the next they are not. Self-sufficiency is a necessity. Even if you are planning to have a “married day,” that phone call comes at any moment to tell you he is staying at the station. Insert self sufficiency here: He was supposed to by the dog food…..! If I could not load up a 40 pound bag of dog food myself, I would be out of luck with two hungry dogs!
Anyway, hubby was recently presented with the honor of "Firefighter of the Year." My initial thought: "That's so great!" My realistic reasoning: "If I am going to take the backseat to a dern firetruck, at least I know that he is excelling and showing such effort at the job he loves!"
Hard Lessons to Swallow
I have got to digest these thoughts and let them influence my spirit, because forgiveness is not an option when attempting to maintain a healthy state of mind.........
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one. ~Henry Ward Beecher
Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast. ~Marlene Dietrich
The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. ~Mahatma Gandhi
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. ~Paul Boese
Forgive all who have offended you, not for them, but for yourself. ~Harriet Nelson
He who cannot forgive breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass. ~George Herbert
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one. ~Henry Ward Beecher
Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast. ~Marlene Dietrich
The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. ~Mahatma Gandhi
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. ~Paul Boese
Forgive all who have offended you, not for them, but for yourself. ~Harriet Nelson
He who cannot forgive breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass. ~George Herbert
The part you are missing is in bold!
I do not claim to be a walking dictionary (though my mother oddly is). However, I do have an expanded vocabulary, with a golden rule: I do not use words that I do not know the meaning of! Because, well......that would just be ignorant!
The following is not a big word, it is used rather often in situations of any conflict....but lately I have noticed that this particular word is repeated by those that honestly just want their way and do not actually want to follow through with the entire definition....
com·pro·mise ( n. )
1. a. A settlement of differences in which each side makes concessions.
b. The result of such a settlement.
2. Something that combines qualities or elements of different things.
The following is not a big word, it is used rather often in situations of any conflict....but lately I have noticed that this particular word is repeated by those that honestly just want their way and do not actually want to follow through with the entire definition....
com·pro·mise ( n. )
1. a. A settlement of differences in which each side makes concessions.
b. The result of such a settlement.
2. Something that combines qualities or elements of different things.
To trust? Or not to trust? That is the question.
Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree, because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch, or you might simply get covered in sap, and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors, where it is harder to get a splinter. ~Lemony Snicket
How many different levels of trust are there? If anyone has any insight into these levels- that clarification would be much appreciated......It is apparently not simple enough to say "I trust you," and fully trust that person with every aspect of your life.
Do you trust me enough to tell your dirty secret?
Do you trust me enough to give me your heart?
Do you trust me enough to take care of your child?
Do you trust me enough to drive your car?
Do you trust me enough to let me practice using my tasor on you?
Do you trust me enough to borrow your favorite CD?
It is about trusting enough? Not fully trusting?
We have made everything so complicated these days that there are all of these levels of trust and you never really know if someone truly trusts you until a certain situation comes up and there is hesitation. With that hesitation comes disappointment that you are not trusted.
Then the question arises....is it your fault that you are not trusted or their fault for not trusting?
In my self described "open book with illegible pages" life, I can say this much: If I tell you I trust you, I trust you. If I would not trust you with my life then why did I ever let you into it?
How many different levels of trust are there? If anyone has any insight into these levels- that clarification would be much appreciated......It is apparently not simple enough to say "I trust you," and fully trust that person with every aspect of your life.
Do you trust me enough to tell your dirty secret?
Do you trust me enough to give me your heart?
Do you trust me enough to take care of your child?
Do you trust me enough to drive your car?
Do you trust me enough to let me practice using my tasor on you?
Do you trust me enough to borrow your favorite CD?
It is about trusting enough? Not fully trusting?
We have made everything so complicated these days that there are all of these levels of trust and you never really know if someone truly trusts you until a certain situation comes up and there is hesitation. With that hesitation comes disappointment that you are not trusted.
Then the question arises....is it your fault that you are not trusted or their fault for not trusting?
In my self described "open book with illegible pages" life, I can say this much: If I tell you I trust you, I trust you. If I would not trust you with my life then why did I ever let you into it?
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