28 March 2011

Once in a while

I sit back and let the words soak in:
...to win the respect of intelligent people... to earn the appreciation of honest critics ... [to] endure the betrayal of false friends...

I posted a poem a bit ago - maybe a couple of years.  It's one of my favorites.  I feel a need to post it again.
By Veronica A. Shofstall:

Comes the Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
   between holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
   and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
   and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
   with your head up and your eyes ahead
   with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today
   because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
   and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
   if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
   instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure
   that you are really strong
   and you really do have worth,
And you learn and you learn
   with every good-bye you learn...


25 March 2011

Summer Plans

This'll be a boring post, I'm pretty sure.  Not because I have boring plans for the summer, but because it's not controversial.  I predict there'll be no trolling here.

I have a fairly decent-sized yard. I've decided to build an outdoor sanctuary ~ some place I can go to write or entertain or just sit and relax.

I've pictured it in my head and have gone as far as to purchase bricks from my local ACE store.

The other day, as I leafed through a sales magazine for outdoor furniture trying to get an idea of what I might like, I came across some lawn furniture by Martha Stewart... but that's not what caught my eye.  The furniture was positioned around a red-bricked fire hole.  It was gorgeous, and I decided right then and there, that's what I'm going to do.

I have no idea how to do it... but if it can be done, it can be done, right? And, there's no reason I can't do it.

I already know where I'm going to place it.
My life is uber exciting!!

In Joy & Enjoy

10 March 2011

What we've got here...

is failure to communicate.

I'm tired.

Disclaimer ~ If you're going to take issue with this whine session, do us both a favor and go away.  I think there may be a repeat of "Who's Dancing with the Next American Idol" on TV if you look hard enough. Make yourself elsewhere.

I have a very nice life; surrounded by few but awesome friends and extended family members with whom I choose to associate.  My children give me as much pleasure as grief... which I'm sure they can say the same about me, but I believe they're all wonderful souls who do the best they can do in any situation. I love them all dearly.

Having said that:

I'm tired.
I'm tired of being told I'm a bitch by people whose lives don't touch mine.
I'm tired of "fighting" for my existence - just leave me the hell alone, and I'll do the same for you.
No one invited you here; you can find your way out.

I'm tired of of taking the blame for things not in my control.

I am not the reason for your crappy day, or your crappy life, or your crappy relationships.
Really. I'm not.

I don't wake up every morning wondering how to screw with you next.  Really. I know it's a hard concept to take ~ you're not the center of my Universe. You're not.  Believe me.

I'm done here.
I'm done taking your insults and demands and pettiness, and turning the other cheek.
Take your bullsh!t elsewhere ~ find another mat.

pass the popcorn, please!