Cleaning Poem

Oh dear....I was just sent this on email from my sister-in-law. i have no idea where it originally came from or who wrote it BUT it is just too cute not to pass along. Enjoy !!!

I asked the Lord to tell me

Why my house is such a mess

He asked if I’d been computering

And I had to answer “Yes”.

He told me to get off my fanny

And tidy up the house.

And so I started cleaning up

The smudges off my mouse.

I wiped and shined the topside

That really did the trick…

I was just admiring my work

I didn’t mean to “click”.

But click I did and oops I found

A real absorbing site

That I go SO way into it

I was into it all night.

Nothing’s changed except my mouse

It’s very very shiny.

I guess my house will stay a mess…

While I sit here on my hiney.

WHERE IS SPRING?

I yearn for the warming days of spring
The trees sprouting leaves of green
The tulips and daffodils give us hope
And brighten the long dreary scene.

Winter seems so endless
The short days seem so long
I want to see the sun shine bright
And hear the robins’ song

I long to feel the dark green grass
Beneath my warm bare feet
I want to look and see the flowers
Up and down the street

Where are you Spring
When will you come
To give us all the faintest hope
That winter is almost done

Sweet sunshine melt away the snow
Bring us the warm sweet air
That brings new life to all of us
Who linger in despair

Bring it now I beg of you
Come save us from the cold
Bring us all the warmth and joy
That winter came and stole

LOOKING FOR SANITY IN LOVE

You know…I have been thinking about this love thing a lot lately. What is it exactly? Is it that wonder feeling of caring so much for someone or is it a compelling feeling making a fool of yourself. I mean when does it become love. One day you like someone and the next you are a drooling imbecile who just wants to be with him/her. Your friends don’t like him/her. Your family thinks you have lost your marbles and you don’t think anything. You are just out there and I don’t mean out there I mean OUT THERE. Lost in your own little world with the object of your desire who now owns you body and soul. Or, everyone you know loves him/her and still you question it. Like, I have no idea what I did to deserve him/her.

We rarely accept that love happens. I mean really. Love HAPPENS…and then what? We have to work like little buggers to keep it going. WHAT??? We have poured our heart and souls into our mates and now we have to keep them interested. It’s true that they do as well but how, may I ask, did it just happen. Yeah yeah, I know…things didn’t just fall into place. We had to be out there looking for someone, or at least been open to an encounter.

You know I have a great idea. Why don’t we all have signs around out necks. They could say NOT AVAILABLE. Or AVAILABLE FOR TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME. Or….I MIGHT BE AVAILABLE IF…. You have the idea. How much simpler could it get. In the fine print there could be follow up instructions on how you expect to be treated or what you expect. Lists of likes and don’t likes. And don’t forget it should be honest and list all your/their good attributes and faults. And just as he/she is reading your little sign, you are reading his/hers. Then if they match up ….VOILA!!! (that means: expresses success or satisfaction. It would be the same (more or less) as saying in English "feast your eyes on this.") Or something like that anyway. Wouldn’t that be a whole lot easier than this “falling in Love thing”. And then take that “Falling in Love”. Why do we have to fall? Why aren’t we Lifted in Love?

Oh dear!!! I get in deep and I get weird. Maybe I will end this now while I appear to still have some sanity left. Too late you say? If you have any spare lucidness hanging around, send it on over….I obviously need it bad.

THIS IS MY PROTEST....

SMOKING MAD

Everybody I know is doing it and now I have this need to comply with the majority and do it to. It was the rage many years ago but somehow it got a reputation and now everyone not involved with doing it, avoids it like the plague. Come to think of it, a plague would be easier to get rid of than this scourge of society.

What the hell am I talking about…..SMOKING (or quitting in my case)

Now all the rage is to berate everything that has anything to do with smoking or people who do. One lady even suggested that when someone sees another with a cigarette, they were to go up and grab it out of their mouths. YEAH…..how would you like a fist in your face for your unsolicited effort. I suggested that when we see someone without a cigarette we should shove one in. How’d you like that Lady??? But all fun things aside…I have taken inspiration from my daughter and have decided to quit.

Ann Coulter, remember I wrote a blog on her and her stupid comments about single mothers? Well I have discovered that while I smoke I am still, according to that bimbo, a step or so higher than a single mother as far as taking down the mass general public. I took comfort in that fact but I know I was scraping the bottom of the excuse barrel with that one. Quit I must.

And talk about taking on a quest. No smoking and planning on losing weight at the same time. I figure every time I feel the need to smoke, I will just hop on the bike or the tread mill and work out. Are you laughing yet? Okay…the challenge is on. I know I can do this. I know I will live through it and I know I will be better for it.

As for my love life, I am working things out with HIM. It would appear that he was as unsure too not about me but himself. He is talking about coming in April maybe for 2 months. He doesn’t smoke either so he will be pleased to see that I don’t smoke anymore. And the loss of weight won’t hurt either.

Wish me luck and strength to endure. Pray I don’t feel the need to “kill” anything during my withdrawals. Thanks in advance for your support. I know you will be there my bloggy friends….

GIRLS IN MY CIRCLE

I didn't write this, I wish I had. My sister sent it to me and I wanted to share it with all of you.

When I was little,
I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,
And then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up,
God would show you the best in many friends

One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man.
Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom.
Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your children and their activities.
Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.
One friend will say, 'Let's cry together,'
Another , 'Let's fight together,'
Another , 'Let's walk away together.'

One friend will meet your spiritual need,
Another your shoe fetish,
Another your love for movies,
Another will be with you in your season of confusion,
Another will be your clarifier,
Another the wind beneath your wings

But whatever their assignment in your life,
On whatever the occasion,
On whatever the day,
Or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair pulled back,
Or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself .
Those are your best friends.

It may all be wrapped up in one woman, But for many, it's wrapped up in several..
One from 7th grade,
One from high school,
Several from the college years,
A couple from old jobs,
On some days your mother,
On some days your neighbor,
On others, your sisters,
And on some days, your daughters.

So whether they've been a friend for 20 minutes or 20+ years,
remember to tell them how important they are in your life. And also remember that God has placed them in your life to make a difference..

NOT SURE ABOUT THIS

After posting that I have been in a long distance relationship, I got to wondering what the hell I was doing. I mean, I am at the mercy of the computer for communication and if that goes down … oh dear. On top of all of this, he is so much younger than I am and that leads to me wondering if it is working. Maybe I should start closer to the beginning and ending.

I met Paul (real name withheld) online. I had no idea how old he was but I guessed younger than me. At first he told me he was 35 but alas (or yippy) he is younger still. 31 to be exact…I am over 50. We talked for 8 months. Every single day for hours either by messenger or Skype. Then I flew to Australia and we met. He introduced me to some of his family and we stayed with them when we were in Sydney. He showed around and I have to admit that I fell hard. The age thing bothered me but not him. I stayed there for a month and loved it. In September, he came to Canada for a month. By this time I was gone…or at least my heart was but still wondering what this gorgeous thing was doing in my life and whether I really was what he wanted. I don’t know why I questioned it but I did but as all things seem to work themselves out, I have not heard from him since the 18^th of January. Leaving me to say that maybe he wasn’t as far gone about me as I was about him.

I know that both my girls will help me, and I know this because neither of them were exactly fond of him but kept their opinions mostly to themselves. But they will also help because I know they love me. That is why I have been depressed and not blogging much. I just don’t want to bring everyone down with me.

It must be over I say to myself but hope still lingers as I am trying to put my heart back in place. So with that I am trying to start again. Don’t worry about me…..and for the occasion I wrote a poem.

LIVING WITH TEARS IN MY EYES

He took my soul, my essence, my tomorrows

He left my heart

Aching and longing

Wondering what to do

Where to go

Filling with un-cried tears and love

That has no place to go.

My eyes are filled with tears and ready for release

I blink and prevent them from flowing

But one escapes and drips down my cheek

I catch it in my palm as it falls

And there in my hand I am looking at

A symbol of my sorrow

My heartache

My loss

My pain

My misery.

My eyes fill again

Never to be empty when I think of him

He is always on my mind

All that he meant to me.

All hopes for the future…gone

I will learn to live with tears in my eyes

And hope beyond hope

They will finally drown my heart.