There are easier ways to do it, perhaps...there are calendars, countdown apps for the computer (I know, I have one), the weekly weekend, Sunday church day...many ways to click off the weeks in our lives.  I've never been able to use the weekend because I have a rotating work schedule...different days off during the week...actually only 1 weekend a month...for the most part, I don't mind working on the weekend...the office is quiet and administrative calls are at a minimum.  But I count down the weeks every Sunday because it is the day I dump litter boxes.  I have several of those electric boxes that go around and around 24 times a day...it pushes the little poo up the ladder and into a bin...it's like the best invention since sliced bread.  But that is how I count off my weeks.  Maybe instead of the retirement countdown on my computer I should just count up how many weeks I have left before retirement and hang a calendar in the cat's room in the basement....then we would all be on the same page...well, except he and the dogs.

I learned yesterday from @emmybee that not only is my "davenport" not used by very many folks...but not everyone calls gym shoes-sneakers by the name of tennis shoes.  I have obviously not given this subject more attention because I thought that everyone called them tennis shoes..the other obvious one I can think of is pop, cola and soda and all of the variations..there are many regional dialects here in the US.  This is America..we do not all speak the same language... although, I am going to put it out there...I think if you are in 'merica, you should be speaking a form of the english language...and if you choose not to do so...don't expect to be able to speak your language and be understood.  That could really be unhandy if you need emergency help.  We speak english.

Best of all...today is Sunday....pooper day... but it is also my Friday.  I'll think about ya'll crawling out of bed with the alarm Monday morning.

Until next time....

I was up, wide awake at 4AM.  It's different this morning.  I am not up because I'm anxious...I'm just wide awake.  I got out of bed and had these thoughts:

  Why am I awake?
  I hope the girls are okay?
  I hope Jaxon is okay?
  He was breathing wasn't he?
  Is there something going on at work?
  Is there some news event?

Being awake as I was at 0400 made me think that there was a sixth sense that woke me up and I need to figure out what it is.

Actually - whenever I have an unusual coincidence - my mind goes to work....like above,

I want to believe in a sixth sense but I'm not sure I do...but I think I do.  I don't believe in ghosts or the supernatural..but there is something.

loves_harmony made her way over here from Xanga and has posted her first blog.  She is very good at getting her thoughts to paper...or in this case..thoughts thru her fingers to a forever place in cyber space.

In kind of a thoughts funk the last few days.  Lots of stuff floating around in there but nothing that seems to make its way thru my fingers.  Katy and I spent the day together yesterday.  It is soooo nice having her closer and able to spend quality time together.  She said she was looking forward to this kind of a relationship where she could come down - spend some time and go back home.  Visit because she wanted to visit not because she was driving 10 hours and felt she needed to get in quality time with everyone she knows and then be stressed out during the visits because she couldn't connect.  She is such a wise child...she has had a lot of experiences in her young life and I love that she has taken the good and the bad out of each of those experiences to make her who she is today.

We went thru a tote of girl play dishes - tossed and washed, tossed and washed.  I put a lot of them on ebay yesterday.  It was fun to go thru these old toys...some of them are dishes that I had when I was a child...remember...my parents kept everything.  I laughed when she picked up a play soap container and found crayons in it...she said..Oh I did that...I used to like to stuff things in these things..sometimes I would hide them so I wouldn't get in trouble   I remember she played hard with her toys.

I keep sneaking over to Xanga.  I miss Xanga.  I could adjust to LiveJournal if there was just an easier way to read other blogs and get to know folks over here.  That was loves_harmony's question this morning...how do I find blogs to read.

Until next time....

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I have quite a few friends in my life.  My friends have a perpetual place in my life...some of them I haven't seen in 40 years but they are always in my heart and thanks to Facebook; I keep up with their joys and sorrows.  I have to say that like any relationship, I have been disappointed and I have disappointed...there have only been two friends in my life who have enraged me to such a degree that I've said...done...no more..the bridge has burned and cannot be rebuilt.  I've been forgiven and I forgive but we each have a healthy line between what we will accept and forgive and when the crap is just too large to continue driving around.  If you have found my new blog page, please understand...I wish you well in your search for mental health...I've blocked you from Facebook, I trust you got my text..I'm not going to talk to you so please don't dial my number again.

Until next time.....

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I've finally landed at a new blog place.  If you are on livejournal, please let me know.

ninasusan.livejournal.com

Until next time.....

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I've been reading everyone else and finding I'm not the only one.  Bits and pieces I've been reading elsewhere brings me to the one big questions.

Where have the XANGA leaders been?  Why is this happening?  The management of the site has been non-existent.  Questions?  Oh well - ask someone else.

I read not too long ago that they had wringing of hands because of spam and all of the other crap that creeps.  They talked then about charging.  I think this is a charade...and I think it is going to backfire!

Please visit me over on the blogspot if you are there...also am really pissed that I"m going to lose some of you.  Let me know where you are going.

I guess I'm moving over there...

I was leaving a comment on @strawberryfieldsgirl this morning - her blog was one of those that makes me think...YAH.  That took me to perceptions in my mind.  How do other people see us.  We know who we are within our own minds; yet, how many times are you surprised to learn that someone doesn't see you the way you think you present yourself.  Especially when you learn their perceptions  are absolutely, totally opposite  how YOU think others see you.  I'll never forget when a new hire in the jail told someone that I was a bitch.  This woman had seen me once..had talked to me on the intercom perhaps twice..I always try to be on my best behavior at work and treat new people very well....even if I think they are ignorant or dumber than mud ...I make it a point to always be friendly with a helpful smile regardless of what I"m thinking...I think they say that is having a good poker face.  She said I was a bitch.  I took it to heart - it didn't hurt my feelings because I thought she was an idiot and come to find out I was right but it made me stop in my tracks and re-evaluate.

Which leads me to the phrase "you can't fix stupid".    You can even try to prepare yourself for stupid...but it only lowers the bar to a new level.  I don't know what it is?  Small town stupid?  No consequences growing up stupid?  Lack of real intelligence?  apathy? Are truly stupid people even aware that others think they are stupid?  Is it just my perception of stupidity.  No..I don't think or the buzz phrase "can't fix stupid" wouldn't have gotten around so quickly.

Until next time....

I've questioned my dysfunctional relationships with friends since I was a teenager.  As I work thru the questions, (be prepared for a long sentence) I now believe that by being an only child of older parents, who had a dysfunctional relationship with each other and expected me to be their one and only true friend, I may be on the path to discovery.

It seems I don't end friendships they just pass on.  I've become friend and confident' with more people than I care to acknowledge.  In most of these friendships, there hasn't been a lot of give and take...or should I say, I've seen that they have a need, I feel their pain, I become enmeshed in their drama, I'm fulfilled because they need me and find myself once again trying to take care of them and their issues.  My emotions become overwhelmed and I feel like I"m drowning...so I slowly swim away to save myself.  While I know some of these friends like me and depend on ME, many times I am not fulfilled because there is no depth to the relationship and I don't seek them out when I have a problem.

I'm getting it.

I have several friends that are good friends to me.  We like each other, we care about each other, if one of us is in the valley, we know that the other one will throw a rope.  We don't have to talk on the phone, we don't have to see each other every day...we just are.  They cross my path and I cross their path...there is a mutual friendship.

Then there is Margena and there is Kim.  Kim is the real deal.  There is no selfishness to our relationship..she knows every one of my secrets.  Margena is the longest known real deal.  Gena's life is very difficult right now and I spend time together listening to her right now.  She's had my back and taken care of me many times in the past.  The other day I was meeting her for dinner and she said that she wanted to meet and watch my face while I talked about my new grandson.  That was one of the most amazing things anyone has ever said to me.  It made me tear up.

I"m learning that I can have friends but I don't have to be all up in their business and they don't have to be all up in mine.  It is okay to have different degrees of friendship.

Until next time.