Drinking From My Saucer

Drinking From My Saucer

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I've never made a fortune

and it's probably too late now,

But I don't worry about that much,

I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way,

I'm reaping better than I sow,

I'm drinking from my saucer

'Cause my cup has overflowed.

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Haven't got a lot of riches

and sometimes the going's tough,

But I've got loving ones around me

and that makes me rich enough.

I thank God for his blessings

and the mercies He's bestowed,

I'm drinking from my saucer

'Cause my cup has overflowed.

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O, Remember times when things went wrong;

My faith wore somewhat thin.

But all at once the dark clouds broke

and sun peeped through again.

So Lord, help me not to gripe

about the tough rows that I've hoed,

I'm drinking from my saucer

'Cause my cup has overflowed.

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If God gives me strength and courage

When the way grows steep and rough,

I'll not ask for other blessings,

I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy

to help others bear their loads,

Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer

'Cause my cup has overflowed.

-Author Unknown

and I smile...

love me later~ tj

Entry for November 26, 2006 Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

.... A time to reminisce about those in our lives that we are thankful for.  I have so much to be grateful for. My daughter, my child who is stubborn, impulsive and still melts my heart with her smile... she gave me the most precious of all gifts a woman could ever desire this year. My first grandchild.  He holds my heart. In his chubby little face that smiles as I peek-a-boo with him, I find the greatest love of all. My son-in-law,  the Good Lord put him in my life to show me patience and understanding, but I'm thankful that he loves my daughter the way he does. (I could go on and on here about the flip side of thanksgiving about him, but I will stay on point here.) My son. He is my delight, watching him prosper, I feel pride in him. His fiancé. I'm thankful she loves my son the way he needs to be loved. I am as thankful that my children have the ability to love back the way they do. My fiancé. I'm thankful that I didn't run. I love him more everyday. It's right, it's just and it's good. For him I lower my head and raise my arms in thanks to the Lord. My mom. Thanksgiving that she's with me. When it comes to our parents, we will ever remain children. I am her child. I am thankful for that. My daddy. He's here, he's sound, and he's full of life. I've been blessed with another full year of having my daddy walk this earth with me. He is my hand holder, I am still his little girl. My jobs,  my friends, my health, my wealth... (that's a joke) my home. Be it ever so humble, there really is no place like home. I'm thankful that I have a home that I want to come home to. I'm thankful that inside this house is the man with whom I will share the rest of my life with, the man that loves me more. The man that makes my house a home worth coming home to. I have so much to be appreciative of, and I recognize it.

and I am smiling

love me later~tj

Entry for November 19, 2006 ~The Damnation of Snow ~ pt.2

Fire and Ice

by Robert Frost 

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

 

Frost said it best destruction ... I despise snow. I hate it. It is the evilness of winter that suffocates my spirit and makes me cringe in the stillness of it's cloying wetness. It leaves it's mark on me year after year. I love Michigan and all of it's wonders, but damn I hate this soft, white, fluffy percipitation that clogs my mind and stalls my heart. There is nothing that I can find worthwhile about the events of snow. I can drink hot chocolate with marshmallows melting on top in front of a roaring fire cuddled up next to my love in November without the white stuff tick, tick, ticking at the windows. Sure it's pretty, but I could look at it in photographs, while wearing shorts and drinking margaritas on a sunny beach. I shovel it, wipe it, sweep it, salt it, blow it, move it, melt it, drive on it, bundle up against it, curse it, slide on it, skate on it, and still more comes. Play in it? Rarely, and then only when drunk (I don't drink often). My fiance' says there's an intriguing way to melt it that he wants to teach me, but unless it's a snowball in my pocket as I fly off to the tropics, I want no part of the lesson. He can melt all the snow he wants....as for me, I'll be in the house waiting for spring.

 

Part 2

 

"I hate the snow"

I hate the snow

Like stop hates go

Like darkness hates glow

Like nothing hates more

Like periods hate pads

Like happy's hate sad's

Like good's hate bad's

Like in-laws hate dad's

Like fast hates slow

Like stuck hates flow

Like high hates low

That's how I hate the snow

Like roaches hate Raid

Like directly hates fade

Like sunshine hates shade

Like thirst hates Gatorade

Like wet hates dry

Like hello hates goodbye

Like the truth hates a lie

Like outgoing hates shy

Like hot hates cold

Like cowards hate bold

Like young hates old

Like on sale hates sold

Like a present hates a bow

Like cars hate a tow

Like ignorance hates to know

That's how I hate the snow.  

By Reggie ~ Thanks Reggie! You say it well!

 

Today was the first snowfall of the season.

 

 

love me later ~ tj

My Friend Says It Best ...

http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-YS0qgn49cqq.qRfrEpMThJiVWA--?cq=1

This little sweetie says shes going in to serve our country. She told me she was signing the papers Monday. She was seeking my approval. She didn't get it fom me.

I'm not smiling.

I'm not happy.

later ~ tj

Residing in Wally-World (Thanks Fred!)

I find it incredible how fast my world changed around me. Literally. I have 2 refrigerators in my kitchen, 2 stoves, 2 washers 2 dryers. I have 999,997 coca-cola collectables pieces. I asked him to keep only those things that he really wanted. He did good. We are down to 2.594 pieces. I used to have 1 dresser, now there's 5 of em. He likes clothes. That's okay with me. It's all really okay with me. I see it as an opportunity. I learned ebay so now I fill in my time with selling coke stuff. (Wanna see some of it? ebay id: cuestickgal) All of my auctions went off on Saturday. I have a bunch of things to put in the mail, and of course I have a bunch to put back on-line. I met a man in California who likes what we have, mebbe a lot of this stuff will find it's way there. I have another thought on this subject, a bon-fire. A great big giant bon-fire sparkling with coca-cola gadgets. Wally loves a good bonfire........

I spoke with my daughter yesterday. She's writing her Christmas list. Some things in life are constant. She told me husband would like phone cards and writing paper. Odd things for a man who usually wants clothes and models to put together. So I ask....Why? Well momma, he's joined the Army. Good God was my first thought. My second thought was, maybe this will give him the discipline and direction he so very badly needs in his life. Maybe he can learn about responsibility there. My family is full of service people. My daddy a Ranger and Korean War Vetran, My brother, a Gulf War Vet, my other brother an 8 year Ranger, my kid's daddy, a Navy vet, my neice and nephew both Termed in Iraq. My son, a Marine, termed in Kuwait. A cousin in Germany, 3 cousins children in Iraq, Afganistan and the Airforce serving in France. Why shouldn't my son-in-law go. Serve his nation, serve himself, and ultimately learn how to serve my daughter and grandson.

I took my class to the pumpkin patch on Halloween. I captured that awesome photo you see on this page. It's to me like the perfect pumpkin photo. I was rather proud of it, and thought I'd share it here with y'all. I love autumn and pumpkins, and scarecrows, and little children diggin' the pumpkin patch as much as I do. I had a riot with them. Highlights of working with the children, a part that I will miss when I retire.  I have about 6 hours worth of paper-work to do today, and a cake I promised Grandma I'd make for her....of course she'd like the one cake I rarely make because it's made from scratch...... aw the things we do for those we care about.

but I am smiling.....

love me later~tj

Entry for October 23, 2006

Sick.

            Germs.

I'm so sick of germs and we are not out of October yet. Teaching youngsters it a rare treat that not many get the opportunity to have in their lifetime. Other folks' youngsters. I have done it for 20+ years now. There are but 2 drawbacks of teaching the most precious of our world's comodoties.  1.) Management 2.) Germs

I took a cold about 2 weeks into the school year. It hung for 3 weeks and then I was sick. Fever, chills, the works. I went to the doctors and got some antibiodics. My cold had progressed into a sinus infection and an ear infection. I took the antibiodics ... I felt better, but my ear still hurt. I carried on...

I wound up back at the doctors. Now it just didn't hurt. It smelled bad, I was getting dizzy, and IT HURT. More antibiodics, I finished them yesterday. It hurt so bad today that I called the doctor....again! I have not suffered an ear infection since I was 14 years old. Now at 45 I have one that refuses to go away. He gave me nasal spray and told me if it's not better by Wednesday I need to see the specialist.  I'll need tubes in my ears. This is crazy.

So I stayed home from both jobs today, doing what the doctor told me to do. resting. This is historical in itself. I never off both jobs. I usuallt call of my teaching job, it takes so much energy to work that job, and go to my other one where I mostly sit at the computer. Today, I called off BOTH jobs. I feel guilty, but I gave myself a pat on the back too. After calling into work I slept till 1:30 in the afternoon. I got up and went to the doc's for the prescription. I got it filled, came home, slipped back into my footie pajamas and had some soup for supper. I read some and now I am taking care of my 'puter stuff I want to get done.

The craziest thing is that I'm still tired. I will go to bed early tonight. After the Antiques Roadshow goes off. I love that show. I dream of the day one of my pieces of tresure is determined to be a fortune that I can say "SOLD!" to. I haven't seen anything I own on that show yet, but I still persist in watching it... one day my junk will be on it, I'm sure of that.

I feel tired, and hate germs....

but yet I smile....

love me later ~ tj

Entry for October 15, 2006

Autumn is exploding around me. The colors so vibrant. I look forward to my weekends. I work 13 hours a day, 5 days a week. I brought paperwork home to do this weekend. I got half of it done. Still need to clean and today for the first time in a month I'm turning on the oven. I am feeling rather domestic on this brisk fall morning. I slept in. What a feeling. I felt naughty, but I did it anyway. By the time I got up I had 4 messages on my phone. I had turned it off last night so it wouldn't wake me. I called my son, then my daughter.  Scott is coming home next weekend, and my mom is going to see Becky and my sweet Boog on Thursday so all is well and good. I miss his cherub's smile, his sweet coo's and joyious belly giggles. He's 7 1/2 months old now, and getting bigger and doing more, and I'm missing it. Becky fills me in on his development and bless his heart he loves the phone so I hear him "talking" to his Yaya often.

My friend and I had a discussion the other day. Actually he discussed and I listened. He said he's not crazy over the lable 'friend'. So I asked him what I should call him when I refer to him. I asked, 'Boyfriend? You are not a boy, you are a man.' 'Manfriend?' That's silly. He said just call me what I am, your fiance'. So that's what I will refer to him as.  (side note... the lable husband is in the far, far future in my mind...I'll know when I'm ready for that, and it's not anytime in the  near future.) So my fiance' is at his house with some buddies filling up a trailer full of his belongings to bring back here. I'm supposed to be moving furniture and deciding where everything is going to go. I figger I'll wait till he gets here with it and as we offload it we'll just put it. It can be moved around later, and again if we don't like where it is. 

We took last Saturday off and drove off into the most wonderful autumn day I have expierenced in a long time. We went to the apple orchard and ate warm fresh donuts, drank cider, bought apples and applebutter, listened to some musicians play and smelled the most delicious smells mingling in the air. Bar-b-que, donuts, apples, pumpkin pies, MMMM-mmmm. Then we drove off and went antique-ing. I love to look at the old things folks call antiques. Things like the toys I played with as a child. Now isn't that a fine how-do-you-do?  Sorta the same feeling I get when I hear Bob Seger on the 'Oldies' radio station. Jeez. I laugh. The music I listened to and the toys I played with are 'antiques' but I'M NOT!!

Well I have got to get to my paperwork I mentioned....my classroom lessonplans are in dire need of my attention, as is my house, and my cooking, and this furniture moving....hmmmm Maybe I'll blow it all off and sit and write on my story, the one I've been working on for a year, the one that was supposed to be a 'short story', I have to vist it and see what's been happening while I was away. Catch up on old times with my characters (who have become real friends to me).  Naw, I think I'll get busy instead...be responsible and trusthworthy.... UGH!

but I am smiling....

love me later~ tj