Surrendering...

White Flag

No more quips,

no more quotes,

no more cutsey pie

Today, I am in pain

Today, I am powerless

You said you want it

You said you'd take it

Well, you can have it

All of it

I hand it over

You fix it

Amen

it's all attitude, isn't it....

Every time I allow the challenges to overwhelm me and keep me from doing what I need to do and want to do, and they insist on pushing me to hide under the bed even further, they win. No more. Hear me now. NO more. I am out and the dust kitties have been brushed off. I am on my way.......

Standing on the line...

I neither own a white flag, nor will I make one out of a pillowcase. I can wait. I am a lot stronger than some think I am. Yup, I am. And, now you know. ♥

A poem about attitude...

Sugar Cookie

Pollyanna I am not!

She enters the room

Wearing her pastel yellow

calico frock with ruffles

and a bow tied right there.

Light brown French braided hair

rosy cheeks and those blue eyes

Bright and cheerful disposition

Buttery glisten on her lips

Passing out just baked sugar cookies

of jollity


I sit in the corner

near the box of tissues.

Wearing my stretch jeans,

black top and black boots

And a scarf with some shimmer

Concealed beneath the exterior

are my rainbow socks

My color is secreted underneath

as is my hope


I know the color is there.

I want to experience it on the outside

I would like to not to give a s**t

And I need to stop apologizing

For my feelings

I look down and notice

I am covered in dust kitties

from hiding under the bed


I am out from my low place

in daylight, even though

I am sitting in the corner

near the tissues.


She approaches me

Her tray filled with cookies

She smiles and only says

“Would you like one? They’re good.

Choose the treat you want.”

I haven’t had a cookie that tasted

Like joy in awhile.

They’re not store-bought for sure

I choose a vanilla one,

it has big sugar crystals on top

I touch it to my tongue

Close my eyes and sigh.

I have sought that sweetness

for so long.

My diet of bitterness and salty tears

has been lacking.


I nibble on the scrumptious cookie

and my attitude softens

I must remember to ask

Pollyanna for the recipe.

Surely, someone had to give

the same recipe to her one day


maybe or maybe not so long ago.

　

　

　

　

　

"Brooklyn Dame", dedicated to my dear old friend, Stephanie

"Brooklyn Dame"

Stephanie in her day was a Rosie the Riveter...

She was ninety-three and a redhead,

and she liked her coffee hot!

She asked for cream, lots of sugah

Don't leave out a single thought!

Oh, She liked to hear the juicy news

she'd stop us in the hall

And say tell me 'bout your lover

I want to hear it all..


'Cause you're never too old

the pull of love of so bold

when it's tuggin' at your heartstrings

Your blood it runs all 'oer

makes you want for more and more

when it's tuggin' at your heartstrings


She's from Brooklyn,

and a classy dame

she told us love was just the same

as drinkin' hot hot coffee

She liked to hear the gossip

oh she wanted it real steamy

We'd pour the words out like a java cup

and make 'em sweet and creamy!


Instant's good when you need it fast

slow brewed tends to make it last

when you're sippin on hot coffee

She likes 'em dark and strong

and boilin' hot

or Sweet and warm

inside her cup

when she's sippin' on hot coffee


She says keep the coffee pot a brewin'

ready to perk right on the spot

have your cream and sugah handy

for your coffee friend who's hot!


'Cause you're never too old

the pull of love of so bold

when it's tuggin' at your heartstrings

Your blood it runs all 'oer

makes you want for more and more

when it's tuggin' at your heartstrings

A new book for us!

Texting and Expecting... again!

I remember when handheld calculators first came out. Our first computer was a Commodore 64, and I could barely navigate getting the little dot across the screen in Pong, or "jumping to the jetty" in our first interactive computer game. And, forget about Pac Man! Only the kids mastered that.

Texting was introduced in 1992, and now Billions of text messages are sent every year. My first introduction to texting was from my adult daughters who insisted that I try this new and fun way of communicating. I had barely been introduced to computers! I thought it magical that I could write a message on the screen and it would reach its destination in seconds. A marvel!

Now they wanted me to hold a little phone in my hand and press buttons to send them messages?

One of my daughters bought me a cell phone and it sat in the desk drawer for months, simply because I was ashamed of my ignorance to give it a whirl. When I finally mustered up the courage to learn and then sent my first text, like so many others I became addicted to this form of communication. What was popular with the young people is now a huge hit with the adults.

It’s like sending notes in school, except there’s no sound of note paper being torn, and there’s no innocent secret looks when the tiny piece of paper is passed. I barely answer the house phone now, knowing that most calls are solicitors. Friends who know me know that I can be reached via a call to my cell phone or more often, a text.

Jeffrey Underwood and I communicate through texting, most of the time since we live 3000 miles apart. We have perfected our typos so that we know exactly what the other is saying. In one year, Jeff and I have actually written not one, not two, not even three, but four books by texting one another and gathering our information.

As with anything new, there are rules. Always remember the big rule of texting – NO texting while driving. There are some other rules that we're going to share with you. Lighthearted rules for all walks of life. We want you to be informed! It's our newest book Rule of Thumb & Fingers. It's a book of humorous illustrations of texting rules for everyone, including the President and the Queen!

We'll keep you posted as to its "birth".. right now we are in labor and progressing.


LOL! It’s going 2 B a gr8 book! THX 4 reading us, and we’ll C U L8R.