I am five frames away from completing the white wall. This weekend I will scour the second hand and thrift shops for more frames. I could buy them, but what fun would that be? Finding old frames, sanding them and repainting them is all a part of the creativity and process. My mind races when I think of a project. It isn't a good thing when my mind races....lol. I already have a tendency to go off of the beaten path, so when I think of something to create, it's like a zillion shiny pennies have appeared before me.

Don't try to save me from myself. I haven't tapped out yet.

I am feeling much better. My humour has returned and so has my knack for being ornery.
Some may think that is a bad thing, but I think it is a good thing.
Now what can I do to rub people the wrong way?

lol..... tee hee hee.

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I tried a new diner and ended up with food poisoning. I forgot just how taxing food poisoning is on the body. It feels like I have lost about 20 pounds. My face actually turned a pretty shade of green....lol. Too funny.

Good night.

For 2 hours I was on the phone with a young woman. This young girl felt the need to kill herself because her parents were disappointed in her behavior towards their needs and her grades in college. As she spoke, I listened for the clues. Those clues are a trigger in the conversation that help me get her mind set on living. Her words were all about her parents. Not one word was mentioned about who she is.
That was it, the clue I needed and my in on this phone call. I switched the conversation to what she was all about and asked her what she wanted. I felt the freedom in her voice. A voice that had probably been muffled for years. I told her that life was worth living because it was her dream that needed to be reached, not someone else's dream. I told her that the voice deep inside of her needed to roar and gain strength. She laughed when I suggested she practice with me. Her crying subsided and then she started to talk about what she wanted out of college. I told her that since she knew what she wanted it would be easy to achieve with the right counseling and adviser at the university.

She was a bright young woman. She just needed to be reminded that she has a voice and a future with her dreams in it. I told her that there are people out there who can help her prepare for the moment in which she reaches out to her parents. I gave her the appropriate phone numbers and will check in on her tomorrow.

As parents go, I can understand that they wanted the best for her. We all want that for our children. I want my sons to smile and grow. Even if it means what they have chosen is digging graves or searching for golf balls out of the lake at the golf course.

I don't normally follow celebrity news or basically the news of the over paid in Hollywood, but this flashed across my screen and made me laugh to the point of pain.

*According to an interview with the BBC: Kanye West Calls Himself 'the No. 1 Rock Star on the Planet and says that he is bigger than Michael Jackson'

I wonder? Just how much crack does this guy smoke?

Nuff said.

Today I made the mistake of sharing the picnic table with another woman. Okay, maybe not a mistake, but it certainly was the funniest gesture of kindness that I have made today. Has anyone ever heard of the term, Forever Mommy? Neither have I. But evidently it exists. At least in the hearts of loony tunes like a young woman named Beth. We did some chit chatting and the subject of kids came up. She asked me if I had any. I told her that I have two sons. She gasped at that amount. I asked her what was wrong with two sons? Beth said that she was going to be a forever mommy.
She saw my quizzical look and then explained. It turns out a Forever Mommy is a woman who has babies until the doctor tells her to stop. My response was "Well, until the doctor tells you to stop or your uterus falls out, right?" *me laughing....* She didn't like that joke....lol. Beth went on to say that it was Gods wish that she be a Forever Mommy and that was her purpose in life. She got up and walked away when I said "God is one whacked out dude, isn't he?

I giggled, shrugged my shoulders and took a bite of my tuna sammich and thought **Hmmm, I gotta stop this sense of humour before I get slapped**

We were discussing Life Insurance. She asked me how much I pay to insure myself just in case something happens. I told her that my employer has insurance on me and therefore I don't pay for it out of my own pocket. She is thinking of insuring herself and her kids. Then she says "OMG, remember what you found in Mothers files"? Again, the thoughts of how much my Mother disliked me made me laugh and then Sis T busted out laughing. We were laughing so hard we both began to cry. Here is what we were hysterically laughing about.

After my Mother died, I was tasked with going through her things. Upon searching, I found the Gerber Life Insurance Policies that my Mother took out on all of us kids. Every child had a policy worth $2,000. There was one policy that was for $5,000. That policy was for me. When I found those papers, I thought back to my childhood and it hit me....no wonder she was so hell bent on taking her time rushing me to the ER whenever I got hurt........lol. There was always an excuse. She needed to finish her beer. She needed to get the laundry off the line. Her favorite soap was on and we needed to wait. She had to stop for gas....lol. Mother was hoping to cash in!! This woman probably figured that with all of my accidents or the many times my sisters antics almost killed me, she would rake in some big $$$$.

I remember calling my sisters when I discovered the insurance policies and they all laughed. They teased me for what I discovered. Back then Sis T. Commented "Oh my Mother didn't like you much" (slight giggle from Sis T.) The funniest comment was from Sis M. She said "We all knew Mother hated you, we just didn't want to tell you? "Now you know and have proof" (big laugh from Sis M.) I absolutely love the sense of humour that my Dad instilled in all of us. LOVE IT!! I still have those policies and I giggle each time I think of them. My Mother, there was no end to her ugly ways and I thank the good lord above that she abandoned me with one of the finest men on this earth. Man that woman cracks me up.

I have never though of taking life insurance out on my sons. It just feels creepy.

The sun is out and the sky is clear and blue. What a beautiful day!
I spent a few hours on the phone last night with someone who cried out for help. My heart feels good about what transpired. They will seek more help with the phone numbers provided.
Now? Now I am relaxing on the couch. Clothes are optional and not required. What is required is a jar of peanut butter, a spoon, a glass of icy milk, a good book and some music.

Life is good. I can't help but think this way. The cool ocean breeze is caressing my body as if drifts though the open windows. Sit here with me. The serenity is contagious.



I hope your day is going well.