2016 September "FROM MY PERSPECTIVE"

2016 September “FROM MY PERSPECTIVE”

There was a couple who taught where I taught.  He was very congenial and she was just the opposite causing many to not want to interact with her.  She prided herself in her ability to cause controversy and would purposely do it; then, she’d sit back, watch the drama unfold and enjoy every bit of it.  One day she approached me and told me she and her husband were going out with their many friends to a specialty restaurant; she invited my husband and me, too.  I asked her who was going.  She listed many people we, also, knew and knew many of them did not like her, but liked her husband.   She went on and on about how many friends they had.  Finally I’d had enough of her bragging and disillusionment.  I told her, “Have you ever thought that some of these people are friendly to you because they like your husband, but are not YOUR friend because of you and your enjoyment of creating controversy?”  If I remember correctly, we didn’t attend the dinner for one reason or another.

There are many different “philia”s out there.  This one is interesting:  CERAUNOPHILIA:  loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.

“MOM!!  You just keep nagging me.”  “Oh really?  I call it ‘listen-to-what-I-said-the-first-time’.  Did you know that wives and mothers talk more than any other people?  It is because we are always repeating ourselves.”  “What?” came the question from the kids and hubby.  I went to Dairy Queen for some stress therapy.

Some thoughts:  If you ate today, thank a farmer.  If you ate in peace, thank a soldier.  If you can read this, thank a teacher.  If you awakened, thank God.

Every one of us is experiencing senescence. There is no escaping it.  It starts from the day you’re born.  It is the process or the state of growing old.  Some of us have more senescence than others.  Rejoice and be glad!!

I read this in a medical journal:  “During labor, a woman experiences the pain level a man imagines he has when he has a sore throat.”

A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.  It, also, makes them wonder what you know that they don’t.

Here is something to think about:  Liam Neeson said, “Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true.  Loneliness hurts.  Rejection hurts.  Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again.  Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.” 

Have you ever thought about how long it takes to grow an old friend; that a friend is a present you give yourself; that a good friend can sit silently with you and you’ve both spoken volumes; that friends laugh and then go for the “snort”, and then laugh all over again holding on to each other?  If you are my friend, you and I can identify with all this.  Some friends are family, too.

Brenduhh stumbled over last night upset at something.  She plopped herself down on a chair and told me, “Would you believe that an hour ago, in the parking lot of JOE’S BAR AND SPIRITS, a horse asked me if I was driving home?”  “Hmmm, are you sure it was a horse?” I queried.  “Well, there might have been a policeman sitting on the top of it,” she slurred.

I really need to seriously consider getting myself in shape.  If I was murdered right now my chalk outline would be a circle.  Hmmm, that reminds me of a pie or pizza, or an Oreo, or a donut, or a bagel.

There is a fine line between a numerator and denominator.  Only a fraction of you will understand this.

I’m sure most of you have seen this sign:  “Life is too short to not be able to laugh at yourself.  If you can’t do it, call me and I will laugh at you.”  I crack up every time I read this.

I former student, a brave one I might add, sent me this message:  “Don’t be afraid of growing older.  You’ll still do stupid things….only slower.”  I wrote back, “Thanks a bunch.  I’ve just changed your grade…only I wrote it slowly so you could read it.”

I don’t know about you, but there are times I have trouble falling asleep. Here is the “discussion” between me and my brain.
Me: “All right, shut off. I’m tired.”
Brain: “I don’t want to. I have things to work on that I haven’t covered for 18 hours.”
Me: “I’m not going to let you. You’re going to go blank.”
Brain: “Really?? Remember all those stupid mistakes you’ve made in your life?”
Me: “Oh, you’re going to bring all that up NOW?”
Brain: “Well, those are some of the things I haven’t covered for 18 hours.”
Me: “You know I’m thinking of words Mother never taught me!”
Brain: “You’re cluttering and interfering with my processing.”
Me: evil laugh.

“Grief is like living two lives.  One is where you “pretend” everything is all right, and the other is where your heart silently screams in pain and despair.”  Author unknown

A while back I took a little vacation having to fly to my destination.  Keep in mind I’d not been on an airplane for years, let alone experienced the procedure one goes through to get on it.  I got to the security portal and was greeted by a man with some sort of “weapon” in his hand.  He told me to put all my things in the little plastic box and my carry-on luggage on it too.  I obliged.  All was fine until I went through the arch.  Buzzing and blinkers went off.  He asked me to go through it again.  I did and the same thing happened.  He asked me to step to a private area where he waved his magic wand/weapon, patted me from head to toe on the front side, back side and both sides.  We found the underwire on my bra had set the alarms off.  Well that full pat-down was thrilling.  Cross that off my bucket list!!

My friend is very well blessed on the chest.  She wears what I call a Psalm 23:5 bra…..”my cup runneth over.”  We were playing a game where the topic was “A PLACE TO HIDE MONEY”.  When we revealed our answers, we both had put “BRA”.  She said her answer first; I looked at her surprised and said, “I have the same answer.”  She was amaze and queried, “Really?”  I said, “Yes, but next to it is your name.”  She laughed and said, “You can hide your money in my bra.”  I told her, “No I can’t; I don’t have that much money.”  She screamed in laughter.

I’ve been thinking:  if Dorothy met men who had no brains, no hearts, or no courage, she’d be in Congress, not Oz.;  I believe that every time I lose a sock in the laundry it returns as a plastic storage lid.;  I see all these young people decorating their bodies with memories and such, a.k.a. tattoos.  I’m wondering if they think about what those inked messages/pictures/memories will look like when their skin is 70 years old.;   One must really be without financial security if their bologna doesn’t have a first name.;  According to the looks of the calendar we use, SUNDAY starts a new week.  I’ve always thought it ended a week.  WOW!!  We have both…a good way to end a week and a good way to start a new week!

Smiles and blessings to you………….Trudy