Yearly Break Time

November and December in Texas is pretty much fantastic as far as temperature and weather.

Therefore, I decree, upon this day (I mean...November 1st), that I will refrain from internet usage unless deemed necessary for survival until January 1, 2017.

60 days of pure JOY and Contentment!!! YEAH!!

I look forward to this reprieve every year.

SO.....

see ya next year.....

or sooner.....

wait....

NOT!

(it is always hard to break away from the routine, but ALWAYS rewarding in the end...)

Ciao, Cheers, and See Ya Later,

T:)

The "F" Word and Being an Adult

I heard someone say
That the "F" word's OK
If adults want to say it,
That's Great!

"F" you, I'm smart
And "F" you, you're dumb
And "F" all the folks
That I hate.

"F" politicians
"F" all religions
And "F" all around
This huge globe.

"F" is for flaming
The fire of fear
Forever it fervently
Flows.

"F" is the norm
It's become common place
To hear it, no one says
A thing.

Not even the children
React anymore
Cuz "F" words are used
When we sing.

Grandpa and Grandma
Say "F" all the time
They holler and yell
At each other.

It's perfectly fine
When we become grown,
Have children,
Become Dads and Mothers.

But WHOA...
Wait a minute....
A small tiny voice
Is heard among all of the "F's"

"Spider and snake bites
Are very small things
Their venom can cause
Pain and death."

"F" logic and grace
"F" pain and disgrace
"F" people who
Can't suck it up

With words that seem small
But hurt one and all
I don't want to EVER
Grow up!!!

by Theresa Arnold
(after hearing a comment from an adult about the "F" word being OK for adults to say.......REALLY?

T:)

Teacups Don't Have Tears

Teacups don't have tears.
Neither do stuffed animals, baby dolls, and toy race cars.
57 Chevy trucks don't.
Stars in the sky don't.
Trees don't.
Moments in time do not.
Roses don't.
Locks of hair from baby's first haircut do not.
Family pictures don't.
Old typewriters and old dial phones? Nope.
Grandma's reading glasses, Grandpa's pocket knives, and Uncle Lester's guitar do not.
Mom's wedding ring and dad's handkerchiefs don't cry.
The list is indefinite.

Things don't have tears.........people absolutely do.

T:)

{I was walking on my treadmill this morning and this title popped into my head....I can almost smell the words and memories of each thing written. Isn't that weird how that works?}

OH MY WORD, Micky O'Flabs

Don't usually post two things in one day....but....

Last year, I started a blog called "Micky O'Flabs, Love Letters from Fat"

It was basically correspondence between me and my fat. (not that I am THAT big, but fat is fat whether 1 pound of it or 100 pounds of it....true?)

I put that blog on "private" after a few write ups and only 8 posts when I got distracted by things such as life.

Anyway, I checked that thing today and there are over half a million hits on one of the posts. When you post on Blogger, it also goes to your Google thingy and I guess it was on there. How weird!

That is a high number for a simple blogger like me.

Anyway, I may bring that blog back. It is a Dr Jekyll/Mr Hyde thing as I am typing to and from myself and I am not sure how long I can keep up a self dialogue. Talk about limited conversation. I also have to put myself in Fat's place and be FAT while I am writing which is contradictory to what I want to be or have in my life. It is also a big deal, but it is NO big deal. Does that make sense?

I'm not one of those folks that won't eat one grain of sugar because it might cause cancer in my big toe. I am one of those folks that don't like belly fat hanging over my too small britches.....YUK! Hate it actually.

Anyway, here is to the rebirth of Micky O'Flabs if I can find the time and creative energy to do it. Unfortunately, I am not in FLAB mode at this point in my life. That was LAST year's project. We will see.......

T:)

Hold Your Breath and Count to A Million

Today will be a:

Hold My Breath and Count to a Million

day.

Sure don't want to walk around with a foot hanging out of my mouth...

T:)