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Not This Time…

There are so many self-help books and self-proclaimed “life coaches” who do the talk show circuits, trying to tell us all how to live, that it’s easy to simply tune all that stuff out.  I mean, how many times can you hear “Be yourself,” without wanting to scream “WHO ELSE can I be?!!!!”  But, as I go through life, there are certain little gems that have stuck with me that I pull out now and then to help me get by.  One in particular that I’ve been using lately is one I’m determined to hang on to and try to incorporate into my life all the time.

This piece of wisdom goes something like this:  You can’t control someone else’s behavior.  You can’t change someone else.  And you can’t always control the circumstances in which you find yourself.  The only thing you can control is how you’ll react. Therein lies your power.  This sounds so simple, but I am finding that it can make all the difference in the world to my attitude and my happiness.

Here’s an example.  Someone in my life promised me that they would never do a certain thing again, after I told them how hurtful it was.  And a few days ago, they turned right around and did it again.  At first, my body reacted instinctively with a sinking feeling of disappointment. I felt hurt and anger closing in fast, all feelings I had felt before when this happened, almost as if my body was on an automatic loop.  But, just as I was about to sink into despair, there was a pivotal moment when I said to myself, “NOT THIS TIME.” It was like someone had flipped a switch in my brain!  This time, instead of just standing there like a helpless victim, letting all this bad stuff wash over me,  I CHOSE to turn around and walk away from this little script.  I decided that I did nothing to deserve this bad treatment and therefore I would not let it become a part of my consciousness.  If that person wants to behave in a certain way, there’s nothing I can do about it, but I don’t have to be a party to it.  I chose instead to concentrate on the good, positive things in my life and the people who don’t feel a need to hurt me or test me.  And you know what?  It works!

Whether you apply this kind of magical thinking to an out-of-control child, a thoughtless husband or a sucky job, it CAN help.  I don’t mean you’ll immediately start loving the job or that the husband or child will suddenly transform themselves.  No, those things are out of your control.  But you can decide to take control of your reaction.  When someone is trying to book you a ticket for a guilt trip, tell yourself, “NOT THIS TIME.” When something doesn’t turn out the way you’d hoped, instead of dissolving into tears, stop yourself and say, “NOT THIS TIME,” and then channel that energy into making yourself a stronger person who’s simply not going to be beaten down!  The more you do this, the better it works and the more powerful you become in your own life.

Even though I’m sensitive, I don’t want to be someone who can be crushed by someone else’s whim.  And I won’t be.  I choose instead to be…

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SUPERWOMAN!

Think about it.  It might just work for you, too.

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After the rain…

Whew!  We’re finally getting a bit of a reprieve from the wet gloom and doom!  I wandered out after the last rain and found that the wet leaves cling to everything, whether they’re supposed to or not…

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and zombie creatures emerge to forage, like some bit actors in the squirrel version of “dawn of the dead.”

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But, on the “plus” side, Lila, my favorite tree, stretches her arms out to embrace the long-absent sun.  Note how her long hair hangs down.

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And my wind chime tinkles merrily with each passing breeze, adding harmonious embroidery to the edges of the day…

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And, finally, my hard-done-by yucca plant survives and triumphs, showing that love trumps dog pee any old day!

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Yes, life is good.  Thank You, God.

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SchizophrenicWhere I live, we have just experienced five or six days of below-average temperature days in which it has been cold, wet, dark and melancholy.  In other words, day after relentless day of gloominess.  It has made me realize what a weather-sensitive person I am.  Almost every day I have woken up, stepped outside to discover that it was still wet and cold, and have experienced different extremes of moods.

Here are a few different versions of me, and how I’ve reacted to these doldrums.

“Oh Goody!  This will be a perfect day to snuggle up in my recliner with a cup of vanilla nut cream tea and read my book and be all snug and warm.  Good thing I don’t have to go out.”

Another day…

“Why did I even bother to get up?  I can’t do anything right.  No one loves me.  No one cares.  I’m totally alone in this world.  I just feel like crying.”

Another day…

“Gloomy again?  Oh well, this will be a perfect day to get some stuff done around the house.  I can bake some cookies, polish the furniture and maybe do some writing in my blog.  It’s kind of atmospheric!”

And, still another day…

“Oh drat!  Cold and wet AGAIN?  When will this damned weather end?  Looks like we’re going straight into winter.  Pretty soon they’ll start all that sentimental Christmas advertising and you know what that does to you.  How will I survive again this year?”

Yikes.  Sometimes I even scare myself! There’s me and me and me and me.  On the bright side, I guess I’ll never be truly alone!

Anyway, I don’t know about you, but I could really do with a little Indian summer before we delve deep into the depths of winter.   So, what do you say, God?  Don’t you need a little more time to show off those pretty leaves?  Sure you do!   I’ll be waiting…

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Mr. Booger

I’d heard about it, but had never observed it…until now

A couple of days ago I stepped out onto my balcony in the cold to check the sky for interesting clouds to photograph.  I heard a noise and saw my neighbor’s boyfriend, two balconies over, striding out.  He walked to the balcony rail, covered one nostril with a finger, and then shot snot out the other nostril onto the driveway with all his might!!!!

I stood there frozen, turned to stone by the utter vulgarity of the action.

Meanwhile, having launched his “snot rocket,” he returned to the house like a man satisfied by a good day’s work.

What kind of man does something like that? What kind of man puts on a jacket and goes out onto the freezing cold balcony to expel mucous from his nose?  Has he never heard of tissues?  For crying out loud!  Is this guy a Neanderthal?  Is he practicing for some kind of nasal Olympics?  Gross!

And what about her?  Does she watch this disgusting display and then welcome him back inside with big fat kiss on the lips?  Call me a prude, but, to me, this would be like French kissing your dog after he had just eaten his own vomit!  Okay, maybe not exactly the same, but close enough.  Watching boogers fly out my boyfriend’s nose would not ignite my sexual passion, I can tell you that!

I had a close friend who had been brought up in the country, and she once told me that all of her brothers blew their noses like that when they were outside. At the time I found it hard to believe.   But now I’m wondering if there isn’t a veritable secret league of these “snot blasters,” going through each day shooting their snot into the wind willy-nilly.

If that’s true, it could put one off outdoor picnics forever!  I mean, imagine taking a bite of your hamburger, when a wayward stream of booger-laden snot comes out of nowhere and suddenly hits you in the forehead!  It doesn’t bear thinking of!

And here’s another consideration.  If these men are so averse to using tissues, what do they do in the bathroom when they have, uh…bigger business to take care of?  I don’t even want to go there!

Anyway, after seeing “Mr. Booger” shoot his snot overboard with such casual disregard for (a) spectators, (b) the environment and (c) public decency, I can never look at him the same way again.  And, as for shaking hands with him?  Forget it.   Maybe it’s just me, but I consider what he did the height of repulsive, nasty gross-iosity!

And it makes me wonder how many people I know do this and I’m just not aware of it.  I hope I never find out.

I guess there’s a lesson to be learned in this.  The next time you step outside for a big breath of fresh air, be sure to look around first and make very sure that’s all you’re going to get!   Just sayin’.

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Birds movie posterIn 1963 there was an Alfred Hitchcock movie entitled “The Birds,” that I just loved.  It was about this quiet little town by San Francisco Bay which is suddenly, inexplicably, subjected to massive, organized bird attacks during the course of several days.  In classic Hitchcock style, we are lulled into a sense of safety.  The town is charming.  Rod Taylor is attracted to Tipi Hedren,  a city girl, and romance is in the air.

Then there are a few odd bird incidents that people are quick to write off.  But, as the birds get organized, we begin to recognize a pattern.  And this is where the movie gets good and creepy! One bird will land on a telephone wire, soon joined by several more.  The scene progresses as the characters have a conversation.  When next we see the telephone wire, there are literally hundreds of birds massed there.  They all grouped together like this right before they would stage a savage attack on humans.

Here is how they appeared at the school.  playground

So, the other morning, when I was sitting at my dining room table and heard a deafening cacophony of bird calls outside my balcony, I took notice.  A HUGE black cloud of birds flew over my house, and settled in the front.  I grabbed my camera and eased out the front door, so as not to spook them.  There were hundreds of birds all up and down the block, picking at the ground.  birds close

Every time a car came by, they’d start flying, but, and here’s the spooky part, they’d stay together…

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It was definitely difficult to capture a picture that would convey the sheer number of birds that composed this group, but here’s the best I could do.

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There were far more than are depicted here, but I could only get so many in my camera lens.  So, what do they want?  Why did they all clump together like that?  Are they planning an attack?  Or, was it simply a coincidence that hundreds of birds landed in my neighborhood en masse, and blackened the sky and the yards?  I don’t think so!  All I’m saying is – keep your eyes open…and your head covered.

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A Quiet Tycoon

woman at computerI’ve got keep an eye on my friend, Iris!  Slowly, silently, but surely, she’s becoming rich.  How?  Well, every time she gets bored, she walks through her house until she finds something she’s not using and then lists it on eBay!  I remember she did a little of this about a year ago.  She found an old dolphin ring in her jewelry box she figured might bring in $10.00 and she sold it for $70.00!  She continued to add stuff and had the greatest luck, selling every single thing.

Well, the past couple of weeks she’s been at it again.  She had mentioned to me that she was putting a couple of old purses up for auction and the next time we spoke, she had sold them both.  So now, she’s really into it!  Every time she finds odds and ends, anything from an old paper cutter to a piece of clothing or jewelry, she’ll sit down and list it on eBay.  And someone buys it!  When I was talking to her yesterday, she told me she was really on a roll.  So I asked, “How much have you made so far?”  I was thinking maybe $50 to $60 dollars.  Then she said, “Well, some things are still up for auction, but so far I’ve made $252.00!“  Holey-moley!  She’s just been fooling around with this, and already has a nice fat PayPal balance!  I’m jealous.

All of a sudden I’m seeing this as a nice winter hobby.  I mean, who among us doesn’t have scads of stuff in closets and drawers that we’ve all but forgotten about?  And, judging from how well Iris is doing without even trying, there’s money to be had in them thar drawers!  It’s all a matter of disciplining myself to go around and choose several things, take their pictures and then write them up.  Last night I remembered these cowgirl boots I’ve had for like, forever!  mainDo you think they might sell?  They were pretty high dollar when they were new, and they’ve hardly been worn.

I looked on eBay last night and people ARE selling used cowboy boots.  The trouble is, the things I’ve been considering are all an awkward shape.  Here Iris is, shipping off little pieces of jewelry in envelopes, and I’m finding things like these tall boots and novelty telephones!  Could I find boxes to fit?  But still… I’m thinking of all that money she’s making while I’m sitting here trying to get started.  It certainly has gotten me to thinking.

Meanwhile, I’m thinking I need to visit Iris very soon…while she still has furniture!

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Dear K.C. Star…

newspaper-blogsDear Kansas City Star newspaper,

I know the economy’s bad.  Prices are going up everywhere.  So, when you first raised your rates, I wasn’t happy, but I paid.  In fact, I enrolled in your EasyPay program whereby you automatically deducted the amount from a credit card because you offered a better rate that way.  Little did I know that that was to be only the beginning of your extortionist ways!

Just when I had gotten used to the higher rates, I received a notice in the mail from you saying that, due to “higher printing costs,” you were going to be forced to start charging twenty-five cents per week for the Sunday TV section.  What?!!   We’re talking a little six-page booklet, well, actually only three full pages folded in half and you need a dollar more a month to pay for THAT?  You’ve got to be joking!  I’m aware that newspapers are losing business to the Internet but is that a good reason to punish your true blue loyal subscribers like me, who prefer ink on paper?  Well, apparently you saw a great big “S” for “sucker” on my forehead, because I’m embarrassed to admit that I let you do that to me.

But your latest stunt has pushed me too far, do you hear me?  Too damned far!  I just received your postcard telling me that the Thanksgiving Day edition of the paper would be the largest issue of the year.  Okay, fine.  It always is, what with all the Christmas inserts, but why send me a postcard about it?  Then I read the fine print. “All Star subscribers will automatically receive home delivery on Thanksgiving at an addition cost of $1.25…Since you are enrolled in EasyPay, your October debit/credit covering November delivery will reflect this slight, one-time additional cost.”  ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Here I pay you every month.  I’m a guaranteed sale, and you have the freakin’ audacity to charge me $1.25 extra because one paper is bigger?  What am I?  Your new ATM machine?  How can you people sleep at night?  You want to raise the newsstand rates, fine, but your subscribers?  The people who have supported you? Are you trying to nickle and dime us to death?

I’m so livid right now that I need to step away from the computer before I break something.  But, let me tell you, this could very well be the impetus that pushes me into canceling my subscription!  And all because you have gone from being our friendly hometown newspaper to a bloodsucking, ungrateful, greedy pig of a company!

I leave you with but three words:  Shame On You!

Disgustedly yours,

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I’ve been so intent on watching the leaves fall from trees and the squirrels scurry around burying nuts lately that I almost missed a masterpiece being built right over my head.  I was coming back from the mailbox  the other day when a shaft of sunlight revealed this spiderweb over my neighbor’s window.

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Here’s a shot that gives you a better idea of the size of this thing!

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Wikipedia tells me that:

“Spiders produce silken thread using several paired spinneret glands located at the tip of their abdomen. Each gland produces a thread for a special purpose – for example a trailed safety line, sticky silk for trapping prey or fine silk for wrapping it. Seven different gland types have currently been identified, although any particular species of spider possesses only some of these types.

Most spiders have three pairs of spinnerets, each having its own function – there are also spiders with just one pair and others with as many as four pairs.

Webs allow a spider to catch prey without having to expend energy by running it down. Thus it is an efficient method of gathering food. However, constructing the web is in itself an energetically costly process due to the large amount of protein required, in the form of silk. In addition, after a time the silk will lose its stickiness and thus become inefficient at capturing prey. It is not uncommon for spiders to eat their own web daily to recoup some of the energy used in spinning. The silk proteins are thus recycled.”

All I know is that while this spider appears to be very busy trying to trap food, she has inadvertently created a work of art!

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Like it?  I do!  Nature can be so cool!

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PolanskiWhat is happening to our world?  Is evil becoming so commonplace that it can be brushed aside with a smirk or a joke?  In light of the events of the past week, it certainly seems so.

First of all, take this pond scum, Roman Polanski, who drugged and forcibly raped a thirteen year old girl and then fled the country.  Just because it happened twenty-six years ago does not undo the vileness of this man and his behavior!  And yet you’ve got certain Hollywood wackos who are actually defending this creep!  I saw Debra Winger standing at a podium, tears in her eyes, begging that the charges be dropped.  Who the hell cares what you think Debra?  Are you that hard up for a job?  And then that nut case Whoopi Goldberg who actually said, “It wasn’t rape-rape.” I wonder if it would be “rape-rape” if it happened to you, Whoopi?  Or to someone you love.  Saints, preserve us!

Then we had David Letterman making his so-called “solemn” announcement that he was being blackmailed by a “48 hours” producer for his own sexual david lettermanmisconduct.  Here is the man who gleefully savaged President Clinton, John Edwards, Eliot Spitzer, Governor Mark Sanford and more, now having to admit he’s no better than those he has accused over the years.  He admitted he had to tell a grand jury “all the creepy things I had done.”  And then he added, “I have had sex with women who work for me on this show.”  At that, the audience laughed, just as Letterman hoped they would.  But is it really that funny?  Notice he said, “women who work for me,” not “with me.”  I wonder if they were all willing participants or if they felt pressure to keep their jobs.  I’ve always felt he was kind of a low class guy.  Look at how he went after Sarah Palin’s daughter. I’d love for this to affect his career, but I doubt it will.

And, finally, when the Warriors of Lakeview-Fort Oglethorpe High take the field Friday night, the football team won’t be running through the cheerleaders’ usual banner bearing a Bible verse.  The school district banned the signs a week ago over concerns they were unconstitutional and could provoke a lawsuit, angering many in the deeply religious north Georgia town of Fort Oglethorpe.

Several hundred people attended a rally this week supporting the signs, and more than 8,000 people have joined an Internet group backing the display of Biblical messages by the school’s cheerleaders.

Some of the banners have read: “Commit to the Lord, whatever you do, and your plans will succeed” and “Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong.”

Yeah, I guess for some people those words are really offensive.  They’re probably the same people who defend Roman Polanski and David Letterman.  All I can say is I don’t like the way this country is going.

And I, for one, am going to stand up for morals, values, good, kindness, and most important – God.    Anyone with me?

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Newspaper bitsWell, it’s been awhile since my last Bits and Pieces and I do have a few things to share.

1) I have an admission to make.  I’ve kind of been letting my blog run on autopilot the past couple of weeks.  Picture this: Me, a person with an almost phobic fear of doctors.  Okay, so I had a little “medical incident” arise which prompted me to HAVE to go to a doctor.  Bad enough.  But then, before this doctor would do anything, he forced me to go to another doctor for a complete physical, I’m talking complete - mammogram, blood tests, EKG, chest-x-ray, you name it!  My nightmare of nightmares!  And so I got sucked into that medical tunnel in which you are placed onto a conveyor belt and you pass by one technician after another, each taking a little bit of your spirit and then passing you on, while you wait with your heart in your mouth for results.  Total yuck city.  It was not a life and death situation, thank God, but did culminate with me having out-patient surgery this past Wednesday.  I don’t want to go into any great detail except to say that the Lord was with me, as usual, and I’m fine.  I’m tired and sore and have gained a few pills along the way, but not a bit of my orneriness was removed so I’ll be here to continue tormenting you for a good long time.

2) Remember the townhouse attached to mine that had a flood after the Bad Neighbors moved out of state?  Well, it has been refurbished ad infinitum,  and I’ve kind of enjoyed not having anyone there. But all good things come to an end.  Two days ago, the new owner started to move a few truckloads of stuff in.  Donning my Sherlock Holmes hat, here’s what I’ve observed so far:

– This is the guy I remember raising his voice twice to the Realtor when he was looking at the house.  (Temper?)
– Every time I’ve seen him so far, he’s been wearing shorts, even though it’s cold outside.  He’s dressed for tennis.
– He’s an older guy, I’d guess in his sixties.  One of my neighbors passed him on the sidewalk when he was looking at the place and she reported that he    “reeked” of cologne.
– His demeanor with the Realtor hinted at a person who is used to being in charge.
– Yesterday he moved in what looked like a treadmill.

It’s not much to go on.  I’ll try to keep an open mind and hope for the best.  As long as he doesn’t mess with me, we’ll be fine.

3) Experts are predicting that the most popular, in-demand Halloween costume this year will be….Michael Jackson.  Oh yeah, who wouldn’t want their child to dress up like a  drug addict, child molester?  I give up trying to understand people.

Have a great day!

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