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I don’t EVEN wanna hear that. Speak to the hand.

Love covers a multitude of sins.

“Have you heard about what so-and-so did? Well, you are never gonna believe THIS!”

Why do people take it upon themselves to tale-bear? Have they themselves never done anything wrong? It amazes me that in this world brimming full of flawed people (correct me if I’m wrong…but is there any other kind of person?) –there are so many people who like to spend their time running down the names and reputations of their neighbors!

Folks! Do some reading on the law of attraction. You are bringing that same treatment down upon yourself. Think you are above reproach? Better stay humble. Pride comes before the fall!  Small town, small-mindedness! Ugh!!! Why people? Why? Love your neighbor! Do unto others as you know you HOPE they’ll do unto you!

I used to do a lot better about stopping gossip in its tracks. It can be hard to tell someone to STOP before they unload their juicy gossip for you to hear. But that’s EXACTLY what we all need to do. Don’t tell anything bad on anyone, and refuse to LISTEN to anything bad on anyone.

Some people have convinced themselves that they are only trying to “protect” their friends by warning them about what evils of which somebody else is capable. But that’s bunk, too! We are ALL completely CAPABLE of the same deeds. If you think you are ABOVE some sin, you have got a bigger issue to overcome: PRIDE.

And yeah, people may look at you funny when you tell them, “Please don’t take offense…but I don’t want you to tell me any juicy news on anybody.”  Yeah, they may think you’re a goodie-goodie. But ya know what? This world needs more goodie-goodies.

So, NO. I don’t even wanna hear that! (And you shouldn’t either!)

March 28, 2011 at 3:16 pm Leave a comment

truly amazing

Well, I DID costume myself as “Flo the Progressive Insurance lady” today. And, I must be convincing. I have actually had two people to inquire SERIOUSLY if I was truly going to be selling insurance now. One even went so far as to tell me that they had Geico now, and that they’d be interested in discussing rates with me.

Noooooo, I am NOT kidding. And neither was that person. I looked at them and said politely, with a smile on my face, “Ohhhh, noooo—this is just my halloween costume.” And they responded with a countenance of full chagrin.

I mean…y’all? I am just in shock. I’m at a loss for words. (And I’m not sure that’s ever happened before.)

October 29, 2010 at 1:43 pm Leave a comment

this and that

Ahhhh. The weather is finally cooling off some. I am thankful. I despise the heat. My tolerance for cold weather is MUCH greater. I don’t know that it’s great enough to tolerate the winter my little sister and her family have signed on for up there in the great white north, though. That below freezing mess can stay well on up there above the Mason Dixon line as far as I’m concerned. Last year the heater broke in my minivan on a couple of days when it was around eleven degrees outside. Now, THAT wasn’t exactly a chuckle-fest. But, so long as I have the luxuries of a heater in my home and vehicle, then this girl is completely happy with winter temps. Throw some snow in there and I’m ecstatic! I told my sister she’d better prepare her chilluns for the cold hard facts—Wisconsin students don’t have snow days. Those mornings will be tear-jerkers, I’m thinking. Earlier this week Susan said their weather forecast held the promise of snow for TODAY.

Very happy to say I’m still be painting all the time. Here lately my painted pendants and my earrings have really taken off. So excited about it! And the Christmas gift buying season is approaching. Remember me as you plan your gift list. My jewelry is perfect for teacher gifts! Well, they’re great for any of the ladies on your list, really. And the price is right! (See One stop shopping…no lines, no waiting. I’ll even gift wrap. (Now that’s hard to beat, y’all!) I do have pendants painted up, and earrings, too…ready to go. So local folk— let me know when you’d like to swing by after work and peruse the ArTSieSmarTSie inventory. Out of towners…order now so we can ship it to ya in time to put under the tree! I’ve been trying to beef up my stock some for those who want to come by and shop from my dining room table again this year. Y’all I just feel sooooo blessed to have found this niche. Sometimes I worry—I hope everyone understands there’s just one of me! My breakfast table is covered in order bags with names of customers penned in calligraphy. It’s become my order fulfillment station. As I finish an order completely and ship it, I mark it off my to-do list! But, there IS no assembly line. I’m a one-woman show! = )

Tomorrow’s the last work day before Halloween. Trying to decide if I’m gonna go through with going to work dressed as Flo the Progressive Insurance girl. I’ve got the whole get-up. I’m just not sure I give a flip anymore! I guess I should since I’ve been gathering the clothes from sales racks for months. But, now I feel sorta unmotivated to follow through. I really should go to a Progressive Insurance office and get a photo made out by the PROGRESSIVE sign at least.

Today we’re attending a farewell luncheon for the man who told my now supervisor to hire me 4+ years ago. I remember very well getting that telephone call. I had interviewed at 11 o’clock on July 17, 2006. I got home from the interview, and before I’d even had time to get out of my interview clothes, the phone rang. It was the office manager, Patsy. And she told me very plainly that Tom had put my resume on her desk after our interview with the instructions, “Hire her.” I really hate to see him leave our company. I’ll truly miss working with him. Shelby County Public Works division is definitely blessed to have Tom Needham coming on board. May he be blessed in this new endeavor.

October 28, 2010 at 10:05 am Leave a comment

yeah, i’m kind of a party pooper…what’s it to ya?

The very idea of crowds sets off alarms in my psyche. Retreat! Retreat!! Sounding in my head in conjunction with the concept of close quarters with lots of people are the type of alarms that sounded in the movie, SILKWOOD, when Meryl Streep was exposed to radiation and they had to strip her down and shower her right there at the workplace.

But why? idk y’all. But, it’s clearly an inherited trait. I got it from my mother. She got it from her mother. I don’t know who Mama Margie got it from. It’s not fun to be the one who doesn’t wanna go to whatever THING the kids wanna go to. But, that’s me. Now, nine times outa ten, if I’ll push through it and go on…Face up to it and focus on other people having fun and me trying not to look like how I really feel…Well, I do fine. Typically.

All that said: We’ve got a harvest festival with games and candy and face painting and all that mess coming up at church.

Sheeeeeesh. I’d rather be horse-whipped.

October 27, 2010 at 10:26 am Leave a comment

paid to be me…

Okay, ya know, I’ve thought about it. And I really think it would be great to be able to do for a living what it is I would do anyway just for FUN! Do what I love! Love what I do!

And you know, I guess I’m sort of CLOSE to that as a receptionist. That probably sounds crazy to most folks. But, my Monday through Friday day-gig gives me a place to spread happiness and joy (if I so choose). I actually enjoy talking to people. (I know, I know. That’s such a little known fact about me. Don’t feel bad if you didn’t realize I’m a talker, or if that has not occurred to you!)

But, what I’d really like to do is see my creative side EXPLODE onto the scene— into something financially substantial enough that I could stay home and CREATE all day for a living. Would that be da bomb or what? YESSSSSSSSS!

Oooooh. I think all that explosive enthusiasm just gave me a headache. Pass the Advil. Okay. So, what can I do to increase my territory? And to give me a JUMPING OFF point to truly launch the kind of cottage industry that would blow a 40 hour a week job out of my reality…SAFELY? (I am concerned that SAFELY part is the same feature that’s gonna keep the ship I’m hoping will come in tied to the dock…some place else!)

Meanwhile, I’ve been reading on a website called Illuminated Mind and Body. Some neat ideas from a really non-conformist, break-all-the-rules-the-world-has-made-up kinda guy. Just reading…and throwin’ all that all in the mix.

Thoughts? Send ’em my way…

June 11, 2010 at 1:51 pm Leave a comment

keepin’ my mouth shut…NOT an easy task.

Didn’t take my Zyrtek this morning. Dang! I really hate that! I’m gonna have to go back to toting my meds around with me in a weekly pill organizer again. I just cannot deal with a day without Zyrtek! Mercy! A co-worker of mine just came around the corner and saw me for the first time today and looked at me in shock. Thanks for that, woman! I suppose that means I not only FEEL like an allergy victim, but I obviously LOOK LIKE ONE, TOO!

My back feels much better today. Today, I just feel sorta stiff. I am going to try to resume walking and standing as normal today and see if that will help. I did everything so c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y yesterday that I probably brought this stiffness upon myself. I was too scared I would end up accidentally wrenching my back outa whack again!

You’ll get a kick outa this. Terry played me a two or three minute voice mail of me, talking to traffic and singing in my car. Apparently I only thought I had hung up from trying to call him.  Wrong! Apparently it rolled to voicemail and recorded all sorts of nonsense coming from me. So, now I have become painfully aware of how much I DO say out loud when NO ONE is there to hear me. (Makes me mad every time I catch myself doing it, now!)   But, I am determined to stop! Truth is, an easy way to keep that from happening again is to simply refuse to call Terry on the phone. (90% of the time it goes to voicemail when I call him, anyway! So, I can DRAMATICALLY cut the chance of him having me on voicemail chattering away to myself by just refusing to call him! Ha!) But meanwhile I have to figure out how to train myself to be silent, I guess. Otherwise, no telling who will hear me talking ugly to the traffic and singing at the top of my lungs. And I’mo tell ya, folks. I talk UGLY to the traffic. The traffic would cry if it could hear how ugly I talk to it.

The other day I must have butt-dialed a friend of mine. And I am quite sure she heard me raging on and on about somebody else’s BAD ATTITUDE.  Oh, the irony! Imagine my chagrin when I looked down and realized the phone was CONNECTED to a friend who, NO DOUBT, heard me spitting and hissing!  (Yeah. I was mortified.)

As  a switchboard operator I have had to learn not to SAY anything after I hang up the phone. It’s hard to do sometimes. I had to learn not to say, “IDIOT!” when I just talked to someone who behaved like one of those.  It’s called covering your butt. Sure as you hang up the phone and pronounce somebody an idiot, THEY’D STILL BE ON THE LINE. I guess there’s just NO WHERE to be able to say what you want when you want. I like to think I am trainable. Surely I can learn to keep my mouth shut. But, for us call it like you see it kinda people…THAT’s NOT an easy task. And that can get scary. Because, even when you’re alone, your cell phone is likely still there, ready to sell you down the river.

 I hope it rains the rest of the week. That’s right! I HOPE IT RAINS! Knock some of the pollen out of the air!




June 8, 2010 at 9:43 am Leave a comment

A.K.A “The Easter Bunny”

Sunday morning , (Easter A.M.), my beautiful and delightful daughter, Jessyca, popped into the kitchen where I was pouring up a cup of hazelnut coffee and posed quite a question.

“Mama,” she said, “I have something I need to ask you, and I want you to tell me the truth. Okay?”

“All right,” I said, “ask me.”

Pensively she pondered the best arrangement for this very important question.
Mama,” she said again, “did the Easter Bunny really bring all those goodies, or was it you? Tell me the truth.”

“The truth?” I checked, with an are-you-sure-you want-the-truth look.

“Yes, Mama. The truth.”

I thought for a couple of seconds. Then, I whimsically put my hands up above my head like bunny ears and hopped around the kitchen. Jessye laughed knowingly.

“Ohhh! I knew it was you all along!”

“You did? How did you know it was me?”

“Well, because last year when The Easter Bunny really did come here, he brought me twice as much candy as this.”


“Oh yeah?” I asked.

“Oh, YES!” she remarked decidedly. “Well,” she said happily, “Thank you, Mama.”

“You’re welcome, Jessye,” I said with a smile.

“At least he came last year,” she said with hardly any disappointment (since she figured I’d obviously covered for him this year.) Clearly, I didn’t quite get through to her.

“Uhh, no, Jess! See, now, you asked me to tell you the truth about The Easter Bunny goodies. And I’ve told you the truth. It’s me.”

“You mean it was you last year, too??” she said with great shock.

“Well, yes, honey,” I said, trying to regroup. “Now, you did ask for the truth,” I reminded her. “And I will always tell you the truth when you ask, okay? But, now, Jessye, I want you to understand that you cannot tell any other child about this, okay? It’s not our place to tell other children about The Easter Bunny. That’s up to each child’s Mama and Daddy. If you told this, you might have some little child who wasn’t quite ready to hear the truth in tears! Okay? Do you understand? You are not to tell a soul!”

“Oh, yes, Mama! You don’t have to worry about me. I won’t tell ANYBODY!”

“Okay, goooood!” I said, hoping I’d handled this best. Moments later my seven-year-old sweet heart came over and wrapped her arms around my waist in a big hug.

“I love you, my Jessye,” I said.

“I love you, too,” she said. And with an undeniable air of pride in her voice she snuggled me again, and said, “Mama…you bring happiness to children all over the world!”

April 11, 2010 at 9:46 am 1 comment

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