The Inkwell

30 August 2007 @ 02:00 pm

feel..let me tell ya...like hell...I can not get over things...everyday happenings bug me...what is fair to some is not for others...I like to impart my ideas to what is going on but I feel that they should be discussed...not so for others...they take an idea and go with it...at work I don't think that is such a good idea...but who am I...I just work there...as do the others...they are sure cheeky changing things without getting others input...one is trying make her mark at work...which is her prerogative but she is pushing it a bit...maybe it is me...I hate change...I hate to be crowded in my work space...if your invading my space at least let me know...I consider that only common courtesy...I have been a bit out of sorts and thought it was the full moon...it usually passes and I go back to normal...I feel like I could eat nails...guess I will just be quiet to keep my piece of mind...thank goodness the patrons are nice and make me smile...ummm...a few may not but oh well...I could go on and on...I just feel mean and that is not me...I am a pretty good gal in the realm of things...maybe I just need to fall back look at the big picture...or have a good stiff drink before work today...

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08 August 2007 @ 08:34 am

"When...

does one go from adulthood back to childhood. I have the answer for you. Now I know your going to laugh but this is true if you really think about it.

One day as I was dressing, I couldn't get my foot into one of the leg holes I was putting on. Had to try at least twice or maybe four times, I was concentrating and really trying. Sitting there with a blank look on my face and getting mad at myself I thought of the days my little one couldn't seem to get her foot in her jammies for love nor money. You know the night your tired and you want her to be good and get ready for bed.
I can hear myself to this day, "your not even trying to get your foot in there. Come on look and see what your doing.". If I had of really looked at her face I could of seen that she was really trying. No matter how hard I tried to put my foot in it just wouldn't go. It got stuck on an unseen object. Daughter, if your reading this I want to say how sorry I am for the times your little foot got stuck and you were really trying to put you jammies on. It brings tears to my eyes when I think how frustrated you were with me. Your little face all red, trying so hard.

So moms when your getting your little one ready for bed think of what I have said and believe them, they really are trying.

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26 July 2007 @ 01:59 pm

Been awhile....

since I have written here. Here I was going to be so good and write an entry everyday. No matter if it were boring or not.

I have tried to write a poem or two to post. That dang muse is still hiding somewhere. I will find it, never fear.

This will be a quick entry as I am off to work in about 20 minutes. Hot and humid in my little section of the world. My tomatoes are getting red and yummy looking. Why am I writing this, because there are growing in a planter. [chuckles]. I'm thinking fried green tomatoes would be good too. But I will wait. My melon are bloomin up a storm. Let's just hope that the melons taste as good as the blossoms look.

Hey daughter, if your out there in la la la land somewhere, give your mom a shout eh. I miss ya!

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14 July 2007 @ 07:00 pm

"What a Gal"

I see my daughter has been busy. Thank you lovey.
I haven't had much experience with a journal. So I will be slow in posting for a bit.

Today was a busy day. My dear friend Jan and I tore up the highway and made to Target' in jig time. I wanted to leave at ten but not my early bird friend. So needless to say we were a bit early. Of course we hit Timmy's on the way. Had some kind of mocha joe. It sure was tastin good. I bet it wasn't very good for me. I have learned, if it tastes good you might as well rub it directly on the thighs and hips. In Target' we separated ways and did our thing. What a bounty we left with. Flannel sheets for her hubby, jersey ones for her. I on the other hand had more fascinating buys. Not! Under arm stuff and hand soap. Oh yes, Oil of Olay to help me maintain my youthful appearance. [chuckles].

When I reached the hallows halls of home, I had to dash to the store for potato salad makings. Hopefully we will have it tomorrow with our delicious baked buffalo wings. I know, I know but I try.

Guess I will stop for now. Here you will also see a bit of poetry or some kind of writing. Not sure if I will post a short story or two.

I was thinking of leaving with a witty saying but my brain went down for repair. Just remember to always "Stay Gold"

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