The people we meet on life's road....

I know the most incredible young woman. She is quite amazing....a devoted mother to her child, and the kind of friend most people wish they had.....me included! She's always quick with a smile & always the first to extend the proverbial "helping hand" to those in need. She asks for nothing in return. Outwardly, she seems quiet and mellow. Most will never know the strength that lies within her! I watched as she held her dying grandmother, as she drew her last breath of life. As much as she was hurting with the loss, she still did her best to comfort those around her. Life has given her some pretty hard knocks, but she keeps bouncing back, stronger for it, I think. I feel fortunate to have met her & I truly admire her. As the old folks used to say....she comes from "good stock". I think these wonderful qualities were handed down from her father.....but he's a whole other story! ;)

My Babes and Myself

These three young lives held in my hand
From dawn till dark my attention demand.
Though I love them all that were born to me,
I too often feel not the mother they need.

My daughter, first born, was the child of a child
Though fears raged inside me, I outwardly smiled.
My mind, ready not, for a burden so great
Was screaming, demanding, 'why didn't you wait!?'

This innocent child, for her life, did not ask
And I'm sure, not at all, I can handle the task.
The hopes and the dreams I once held for myself
I'll package with care and put back on the shelf.

Time passes so quickly; her age just past one
When again I'm a mother; this time, it's a son.
Their father and I a life no longer share
Now alone, only I, for these children to care.

The job, shared by two, was more easy to cope
Alone now, I'm frightened; devoid of hope.
My babes need a man who'll be "daddy" to them
So it's, I, must determine to marry again.

Mistakes...I've made many, but none quite so great
As to wed, without love, for the children's sake.
He loved mine as much as his heart would allow,
But the birth of his own child has changed him somehow.

The man who is "daddy" no longer has time
To hold, or to play, with these children of mine.
Rejection and hurt, in their faces I read
But the man who is "daddy" is blind to their need.

Did I ask for too much? My demands...were they high?
Is it I who's to blame, when my little ones cry?
In my search for a "daddy", did my children lose me?
Was a "daddy" important to them, or to me?

My Jenny and Kenny so quickly have grown;
A few short years more, and they'll be on their own.
My baby turns seven, on June 23rd
And "daddy" in our house is only a word.

Zippidy-Do-Dah....Zippidy 'ay.....

....."My Oh My What a Wonderful day".................NOT!!
Unemployment SUCKS!! When there are so many people out there who don't WANT to work, why are there no jobs for those of us who DO want to work?? Oh, wait.....now I remember.....it was that stimulus thing, right?? Where are all of those "newly created" jobs, anyway??
Oh, don't get me wrong....I dearly LOVE not having to get up at 5am anymore just to get to work by 8am. And I love not having to sweat the drive to the office when there's ice & snow on the roads. I love being able to sit around in my pajamas till 10am, sipping my tea & browsing the internet. BUT THE PAY FOR THESE ACTIVITIES IS NON-EXISTENT!!!! Someone has suggested I become a Census worker for the 2010 census. Hmmm....let's think about this.....I'll be getting up early.....to burn MY gas....put the wear & tear on MY vehicle.....to venture out into the unknown rural wilderness......to attempt to count people who DON'T WANT TO BE COUNTED. Most of these backwoods good ole folks don't even want the government to know they exist! Visions of the movie "Deliverance" enter my head when I try to see myself as a census worker. I just don't think it's the job for me. 'Course, I may have to rethink my stand on this, if they want to offer me $15hr or so to put myself into the great unknown. But just in case I still can't bring myself to do that, I DID buy two lottery tickets yesterday. Don't even care what the jackpot is.....it's more than what I currently have, so I'll take it!! Yeah, several MILLION would be great, however, I could learn to be real happy with just ONE million!! I'm doing my best to inspire my family members to purchase tickets, as well. I figure it will increase the chances of ONE of us winning......I also figure that since we're related, the winner will share the wealth with me. (Gosh, what if I'm wrong on that??) That would really suck!
Why, oh why, couldn't I have been born rich, instead of beautiful??? Rich can BUY beauty.....well, now that I think about it....I guess to some degree, beauty can buy rich, too! I've just never been able to develope a "gold digger" persona. Too bad!! Geez, I could've traveled the world....rubbed elbows with the rich & famous....lived a life of luxury & leisure.....OH, WAKE UP!!! I hate that type of people!! Noses stuck so far up in the air, they'd drown in a heavy rain! Besides, I believe I was a bear in a past life. In the winter time, all I want to do is HIBERNATE. Stay indoors.....snug & warm.....never have to venture outside for ANY reason. Wow! Now that's a goal I can be working on.......find someone who will step & fetch for me....run all my errands....cook all my meals.....wait on me hand & foot......STOP!!!! I know from experience that I cannot be that kind of person! Again, too bad!! Seems to work quite well for some women I know! I am just amazed at what some men will do just to get laid now & then!! And also amazed that some women will stoop to the lowest degrees of selfishness, just to get what they want.
Daddy told me once that it takes all kinds of people to make up this world.....and he would finish that sentence with "...you just didn't know there were so many kinds, did you?" Daddy is a wize man!

A whistlin' woman and a crowin' hen always come to some bad end.....

....or so my grandmother used to tell me. She tried to convince me it wasn't 'ladylike' for a female to whistle! I thought whistling was FANTASTIC!! I'll never forget walking home from school (think it was 1st or 2nd grade) and encountered an old man coming from the other direction. He asked me how I learned to whistle like that (I normally whistled all the way home) I proudly told him "my brother taught me!". From that day forward, Grandma's words fell on deaf ears when it came to whistling.......and to this day, I STILL WHISTLE!!