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Friday, March 30, 2018

When you Catch those Zzzzz's

You want more sleep?
Deep, Blissful, Refreshing Rest
I know you would even pay a price that is steep!

Yes, sometimes, you will catch those zzzzz's
you will wish you could throw them back, please!

Watch out! 
Zzzzz's can cost a dream each.


You know the ones
Those are the dreams that
jump up and scare you silly

You are so deep 
Smooth, quiet sleep

And all at once
There is a big Terraruim
full up leaves and branches

and you think to yourself
Hmmm, why is this in my house?

And you begin to clean it up 
Throw out the leaves
Throw out the Branches

Then a little girl says,
NO! Stop! My spider, Fred, lives in there!

EEeks! A Spider! This a spider in here somewhere?!
Wait, girl! Tell me quick! How big is Fred?

Too late! Fred is found! 
He is a mix between a Scottish Terrier 
and a Tarantula! He is the size of a dog!

He stands up on his black, furry legs
He barks, his scary, spider-dog bark!

Ewwweeeee! What a relief!
This is that point where you wake up!

It's a beautiful, warm 
sunny,  spring morning!
There are no spider-dogs in sight.

Just you
 and the little Scottish Terrier picture 
that hangs on your bedroom wall....

Yes, Dreams are sweet 
Catching those zzzz's 
can be a hairy affair, 

so Sleep tight 
and Don't let the spider-dogs bite!

Saturday, March 10, 2018


     Why did I my tension ease a bit when I heard the first child that emerged from my children's school proclaim," It's spring break,"? Why can't clothes in Walmart, especially swimsuits, cover the body normally? Why does shopping for swimsuits take so long?
    Why does Ceasar salad and pizza taste so good? Why do I finish my meal and always wonder what I should do next? Why is scrolling on Facebook so satisfying and boring at the same time? Why does falling asleep wherever I am,  instead of in my bed, feel so relaxing?
  Why do cats think they can catch a bird through the window? Why do little kids love baths so much? Why are geese so curious and silly? Why can't I just think of something to write?

Thursday, March 8, 2018

#Her Story #Our Story

         All my life, I have felt the pull to be quiet and compliant. Don't be this and don't be that. Don't be so vain, so self-conscious. Be confident. Help others. Mind your own business. Don't be so bossy. Don't be so harsh. Dress like a girl. Be a good, sweet girl. Now mind you, I enjoy being a girl, even a good, sweet woman, but I feel a little robbed of who I might have been, if I spent more time being me.
      Some of these things or all of them are just part of growing up, but why? Why couldn't people let me be my own person? As a girl growing up with no mom at home, everyone had a turn to fill my head with their ideas of how I needed to be a lady and not an awkward tomboy. I enjoyed being a tomboy and becoming a woman did not come naturally to me.
      Maybe, I needed advice, but I venture that boys are not treated this way. A boy is allowed to simply wear pants all day and play. A boy is allowed to be a boy. A boy is not scolded down into submissiveness. A boy can be noisy. A boy can be bold. Yes, a boy must learn to be respectful and responsible and courteous, but that doesn't really change how he dresses or how he thinks.
     I think that girls in the United states are traditionally molded into submissive, sweet ladies. I think that is wrong. I am not sure if I have carried on this tradition with my girls, but I hope not. I have two daughters and today, International Women's Day, has brought me to the conclusion that I am a feminist.  I really like this Google video.

Celebrate International Women's Day!

    From now on, I join the fight to see women be the best, most confident versions of themselves, beginning with my own daughters. Girls are fierce and brave and I desire to prove that. 

Ladies, be bold. Be yourselves and know that who you are is already gorgeous, with no makeup or any special behavior needed! Girls are amazing.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Minnie Mouse's Birthday Treat, Part 2

        The tantalizing smells of the giants' food lured the young mice to the edge of the forest daily. Most giants climbed into the bellies of their monsters to eat and nap, but one giant did not.. This giant had a curly circle of fur on his head. The giants did not have fur, except on their heads. They didn't even have tails. Edgar, Badger and Bobby loved to laugh and make fun of the giants.....when they were safely home in the burrow, that is.
        The curly-furred giant did not have a monster. Silver, the messenger mouse, told the tale of how the curly giant's monster stopped roaring and racing on the day that the great white blanket covered the ground everywhere. The cold was so fierce that the monster died. That's why Curly giant ate his feast outside as the days warmed up.
        Minnie, her brothers and her sisters shared the same birthday. Turning twenty-one days old meant that a mouse is of age, no longer a little little. The morning of the mouse birthday was very warm. Minnie creeped to the straw jungle nearest to Curley Giant. He threw a big yellow cheese-like peeling near the straw jungle and sat motionless. He was so still Minnie thought he must be asleep. She darted out quickly and took a big mouse bite of the yellow treat. She was sure that birthday cake tasted like this. It was her best birthday ever.

The End

Monday, March 5, 2018

Minnie Mouse's Birthday Treat: part 1

      In the shadow of a Vast grey hall, Minnie Mouse lived in a cozy burrow that her parents dug deep. It was especially cozy, not just because it was warm, but it was stuffed full of the love that her mama and papa lavished on their six mouse children. Minnie's Familly burrow was so warm, but not quiet. ]Minnie had two mischevious sisters, Ella and Mella. Her brothers Edgar, Badger and Bobby wrestled with each other and the only time they were quiet is when they would sneak up behind a sister and pull her tail or lay in wait to scare her with an alligator grin.
      The world outside the burrow was cold and the first time that the young mice ventured out was the day that it was completely blanketed with with wet, white stuff. More of the white stuff fell silently from the sky. The mice children opened their mouths and tasted the white stuff as it fell and were pleased to realize that it turned to water in their mouths.
      Ella, Mella and Minnie made petite, mouse tracks and looked behind them to see a beautiful trail of cute tracks everywhere they went. Edgar, Badger and Bobby rolled and chased each other and pelted their sisters with the white stuff so much that soon all were soaking wet and freezing cold and had to return home to the burrow to dry off and warm up before a delicious lunch.
     More fiercely cold adventures in the world above their burrow followed, but the mice never saw the mysterious white blanket again. Instead they found huge grey and brown boats that crunched and broke if they went to the edges. Mama said they were leaves.
    The most mysterious part of the world above was the great hall that never slept. Giants played with fire sticks and thunder boxes in it's vast hollow space. Another smaller hall carried heavenly smells of sinfully gluttonous feasts all day long.  Wild Monsters with Eyes of Fire raced each other back and forth to and from the great hall three times a day. Minnie always scurried home, but Badger was so brave that he waited and watched in astonishment as the giants descended from the bellies of the wild monsters with big plates of wonderful-smelling food. 🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁

Sunday, March 4, 2018

I am a little Zany

It is March! I am excited for several reasons. Numero Uno: I signed up for "March Madness" at the gym where I exercise. Click here to learn more about this fitness center This is a little zany, because I am already super busy and now I am going to dedicate more time to exercise? I honestly don't know how I will do it, but I love a challenge! I really do and so it will be memorable, if not a little exhausting. 
Reason number two for my optimism about March is that Spring Break is just around the corner and we are going camping, to the Beach! My favorite place to camp is Fort Pickens Campground on Santa Rosa Island. It is a national park on a beautiful barrier island, next to Pensacola Beach. It is also a bird sanctuary and the beaches are beautiful. I am sure beach enthusiasts can tell me of a more beautiful beach easily, but I love that it is close and so serene and quiet.

The last reason is that I am just happy that the weather is warming up and it will soon be spring. I admit that I miss the hot, humid Mississippi climate that I am accustomed to.
(Who has ever heard of two snow days in the same winter in Mississippi?!)

 I miss flip flops and naps in my hammock.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Flowers and Birds

   The daffodils are blooming in my garden and at my mail box, but they, like me, are drooping this year, because of the cold winter we are ending. Never the less, their beauty boosts my spirits each time I see one of the bright yellow beauties open, even if they fall over with their weight sometimes, due to the cold they have endured this year. Never the less, they are blooming and with our good Lord's help, I will not fall over with my weight, as some of the daffodils are doing.
    I love to watch birds, but I don't often find the time or inclination to simply sit and watch them, but the brave little souls, are constantly near people, in parking lots, in trees or on signs. It takes bravery to be near people.  One of my favorite sights is the Lowe's sign, when lots of pigeons are lined up on the top and some are on the ledge under the "eaves" of it's "roof. They never fail to bring a smile to my face.
      All this talk of flowers and birds, made me think of this Bible verse.

Matthew 6:25-34 American Standard Version (ASV)

25 Therefore I say unto you, Be not anxious for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than the food, and the body than the raiment? 26 Behold the birds of the heaven, that they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not ye of much more value than they? 27 And which of you by being anxious can add one cubit unto [a]the measure of his life? 28 And why are ye anxious concerning raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: 29 yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God doth so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? 31 Be not therefore anxious, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? 32 For after all these things do the Gentiles seek; for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. 33 But seek ye first his kingdom, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. 34 Be not therefore anxious for the morrow: for the morrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

  So, maybe the moral of my story is that the winter is ending and I am not anymore responsible for what happens this spring than the birds or the flowers are. I don't have to worry either. The birds and the flowers twitter and bloom happily and so will I.