Lucky or Unlucky

Maria and I arrive at our Psychiatrist Client 's home yesterday around noon. When we arrive she is home which never happens. You see we have never met her, she hired us sight unseen.
So in we go.... After all greetings and more salutations we comment on what a wonderful aroma is in the air. Psychiatrist says, "Mother is visiting (age 90) and making fruitcake. If you are lucky you will leave with one, and if your not you wont."
Maria and I finished our work, all the time believing we might get to share the physical sense of said aroma. Silently watching Grandma sitting in her rocking chair reading, and secretly wondering why she hadn't gotten up to wrap up those two mini fruitcake loaves for us. But there was time. Then I made it a point to tell her I was going to finish up the foyer on my way out. She said it was nice meeting us and we responded likewise. We left, got to the trunk of my car.....I looked at Maria and said, "I guess we aren't lucky huh?" Maria said, "Guess not!" All the time I was thinking, "What a thing for a psychiatrist to say to people....Just in case Grand Mommie Dearest did not give us a fruitcake, which in fact happened! I know we are lucky anyway.... just thought the comment interesting. What would the shrinks shrink say was her reason? Wait a minute....you dont think that unlucky thing had anything to do with me forgetting to rinse the pan I made my Ham and cheese omelette in this morning do you? I took one bite and tasted Dawn Foam dishsoap. The dog wouldnt even eat it! OMG...I have to speak to that unlucky stream of words someone sent me and erase it from MY SPACE!

GodParents

My own personal life experience with Godparents has been less than what I was raised to beleive their role in life is. In other words, sucks Canal Water! The definition of a God Parent is a person that makes the decision to accept responsibility for a child's rearing in the case of the parents death....plus that child is to be special in the God Parents life. Better than Sponsoring a ball team. Today I say God Parents suck. My parents chose two people (which is the norm) to be my God parents. They felt, let's say, above others in my life, although only on paper....but I reaped nothing from it.... no phone calls, no I love yous......nadda! So I followed suit of family tradition and chose God Parents for my first three children of which NONE have done squat. Not even Birthday cards, Come on! Acknowledgement hello! God Parents! Read that carefully. Look it up, Godparent rules for dummies. Maybe its on EHow somewhere... I would give much for someone to have given me the privilege of being a Godparent to any child.....yet my experience with said gift has been null. That means NEGATIVE, & some call it DARK. My God Parents, nevermind. My first child's God Parents, well one is dead and I cant even remember who the other one is. My second child's God Parents were just plain a total family dysfunction...don't ask. So I tried it one more time.....third Child's God Parents really sucked...They didn't even know what it meant~!~ and they lived in the Bible belt.. I call that a case of the "dumb ass!" I can call it what ever I chose yet the result for my child would have been sad and disturbing should I have croaked before he grew up. So I do what I can to make up for the losers I chose. Let me make a list, nevermind, not healthy... I am trying to find humor in something really quite serious and not funny. How do I find myself with people I have no-thing in common with....they know no God. So the next two children have no God Parents thank God! Because none is better than one that does naught. Some call them "Sponsors." Think on that one....

A Clear Moment

This is an old 35 mm slide from my Grandfathers collection....1950's I think it needs photoshop color repair, but it reminded me of today and not 60 years ago. (I was barely alive if there is such a thing)

It is 7:00 a.m. and time to take Gracie Allen outside which can be annoying some days as all who own dogs understand. But today was diff. No one in sight when at least one thousand live within this block of space on earth. I could call it "My Space," because it is and it especially was this morning. I lost track of the date, the time, and where I was. Why? I don't know exactly except it was euphoric like I hear a drug would be. Like Morphine before surgery.... Who was giving me this moment in time and why? The smell of the air held a meaning of such goodness and memory that I kept breathing it in as deeply as I could. I was asking the Universe what this meant or where it came from. I looked up into the specially blue sky only to see the moon in all its cratered glory looking at only me, telling me how much more there is that I cannot see with my human eye. Well I was willing to see it with my spiritual eye but that didn't happen...or maybe it did, only every other of my four senses plus was working overtime. Maybe I should have tried harder to just enjoy it instead of trying to remember it. Emotions came to visit also. I thought maybe it was a memory of another time when things were wonderful. Children bustling about, pancakes on the griddle, a soul mate offering and sharing.... It wasn't the same smell and feeling that I get from my Grandma's farm early in the morning from back in the 50's... No, this was clean, crisp but not cold, sunny but not hot, this was perfection. There was no place for worry, pain, fear, or any of the grey and certainly no place for any black on my block. I actually lost Grace for over a minute in time. Something I never do as she had no harness on this fine morning. I don't think Grace noticed the fairy like magic that had come over me but she did sit by my feet waiting for me to come back to the grey senses of this world which I really didn't do until I opened that front door. I didn't want to leave it. "It" being the total feeling of security where there is none. "It" being the total feeling of love where there isn't much of. "It" being the total feeling that no matter what everything is alright so just go with it......" Even if "It" was only the smell of a wonderful memory, but I know better! I received a gift from the moon? From the Universe? From God this morning during Gracie's podie time. How ironic. I am a very lucky person.

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Tortured Screaming Nail Clipping Day

Actually the bottom picture of my little buddy Grace is on our ride towards the tortured screaming nail clipping adventure, of which I purposely did not videotape. People think she is dying! Her dog trainer, above photo, Jamie Mueller, slash nail trimmer owns a CURVES studio and when we arrive Grace tries so diligently to communicate with me (by licking my neck and trying to hide there also) that this is a bad thing for her. And it is! Her anxiety level is TEN. I felt so badly for her but it had to be done. I said, "Hey, I don't want her to have a heart attack!" I was assured that wouldn't happen but I wasn't so sure. We went yesterday and today and will go next week trying to de-sensitize her to this nail clipping deal. She screams like she is being tortured. The ladies at curves go bonkers. I am expecting someone to call animal 911 at any time during the procedure. Grace is the best in most all areas, but not this one. Someone must have hurt her (she is a rescue dog) because there is one paw that makes her go CRAZY NUTS... the other paws she is fine with. Well we made it......then drove on home and she was fine. This makes taking children for their shots look like an easy road compared to!! Seriously. But ALSWELL that ends well.... We are home and doing well.

Tuesday's Anal Lady.......

Photo is of me from low pixel web cam "FREAKING OUT!"

I will not answer my phone on Tuesday nights ever again. At least as long as Anal Lady is a client. We are on our fourth or fifth Tuesday of working with her or is that against her? Personally I try to work with everyone, but I am thinking she is thinking the latter. And this is all about her thinking for sure. Anal Lady has a "perfectly perfect" clean home. The silver inserts on her stove do not have one mark on them from cooking for a family of four.... There isn't a spec of dust anywhere (well I did find some on top of the door frames) and cant wait to tell her at my perfectly perfect chosen time that is. So here's the deal. Maria and I where hired to clean her clean home. Do you know that its easier to clean and dirty home than a perfectly perfect one? So I wipe things down and dust the dusted and so on. Maria re-does the bathrooms and vacuums her way backwards out the door because Anal Lady wants to see the vacuum lines on the carpet. And so we then leave the perfectly perfect home. And every Tuesday night my phone rings and its "her!" Wish I could put drama music on here at this point. First week it was, "Did you forget to wash the floor inside the closet downstairs?" Second week it was, "Please dust the shelves inside the linen closet." (there is a two inch space in front of towels and sheets duh). The next week it was, "I know I am anal, but do you dust the SIDES OF THE DRESSERS!!!" The next week it was, "Did you dust the nic nacs on our dresser?" OK so now I am finally getting it....duh....it's Tuesday night and the call comes in with silly requests. So I said, "Yes we dust your niknaks paddy wak!" OK so I left off the paddy wak. Then she started to ask if we did something else ridiculous and I interrupted her, after praying silently for God to give me patience PLEASE and FAST! (I forgot to ask for understanding and kindness, oops.) I think he did as I blurted out, "You know Anal Lady, you were right, your kitchen floor was F I L T H Y!" eeeeeeekkkkkks. That is like telling an anorexic person they are fat or they gained weight. I knew it and I did it anyway. Mean? Nope, just don't want the Tuesday night terrorist calls anymore. And I am saving the filthy door frame line for next Tuesday's call. You see, telling her that anything in her house was or is filthy could send her to the padded room place. Did I feel bad. Sort of.....but not enough to worry about it. I have my own anxiety issues and thank God they don't go over the top, well most of them don't, like hers. I feel sorry for the dog who probably gets his rear cleaned off after doing his duty, not to mention the children whose toys are not played with but rather displayed in perfectly perfect baskets. Example, Doll house and in each room of the doll house is a basket for that rooms interior furniture and such. Being Anal Lady must be awful....living with her has to be worse, and being her child or dog....GOD FORBID! But then, bless her heart for sure for having such a problem. And bless mine for being a part of it!

"Iris"

I do not know the name of the lady holding the cardboard under her arm that reads "Need Help..." I can't recall if it said anything else....I just knew that I knew I had to look for some money for her. The dog was laying quietly next to her and believe me, I was freezing cold out there. Just then my phone rang and behold it was my bank asking if I did the past three transactions to so and so and such and such a place!! I am not sure it really is my bank, all the while digging for money and the lady watching me... I was looking for a twenty and only found a five $$ and a couple one $$'s... Then suddenly there it was....the twenty $$! I hung up with the bank, (have you ever tried to hold a cell phone with your shoulder..it isn't a good thing) grabbed the twenty $$, handed her the twenty, the five and the two ones all crumpled up. She got sooo excited and said, "Oh, Oh, that's enough for the car part we need." She was willing to sit there until she got whatever she needed. I asked her what her story was. She told me she was from Kentucky. Her Dad is ill with Cancer so they drove up here to help and be with him....he has been out of work due to illness so he is unable to help them. She said the car broke down once and now again so they needed a part for it. I wished her and her family the best and walked away. Suddenly I pulled out my camera, walked back and asked her if she would mind me photographing her. (of which I messed all three up somehow, they are blurry) I assured her it was for merely personal reasons such as my blog. She smiled and responded with a kind, "Yes of course." The dog kept moving around so another passerby helped me by talking to the dog... I do not know the ladies name, but her clothes were not in very good shape. The dog looked healthy...... I silently wondered if it was a setup, ragged clothes and all......

I was in my car and noticed the lady, Iris, and a man (who I hadn't seen before) walking across the parking lot to the AUTO PARTS STORE! S H U T U P!! I was soooo happy. They really did need a part for their car. Now whether there is a Father with Cancer or whether the ragged clothes were a set up.... I don't care. They were in their mid to late twenties and needed a car part. Is all.

Pushin Popcorn

I need a new web cam with at least one pixel doi

Friday, October 30, 2009
Of course this isn't me...ya think I am going to post a picture of myself with my cheeks full of popcorn. Ok, yes it is! I cannot eat popcorn in public...no way hose'! I stuff, cram, push , shove, and fill my mouth with handfuls of white puffed corn. And do take into consideration I am allergic to milk so the only kind I can have is PLAIN JANE!! Kettle corn. eeeeww. Yet now they have something called something with sugar... so I devour that once a year. I think its an old smoking issue myself. But corn doesn't go into the mouth as easy as smoke duh wad!! Even though I try to find a way to make that happen.... So I don't give into it too often.....and God forbid when I do no one can be present. I have a mirror on my desk where I put a bit of makeup on each morning before work....it also presents itself when I "cram" popcorn on occasion...omg don't look, not even I wish to watch that show... I could YouTube it but it would embarrass my children so no no no....not going there. Even my dog looks at me and runs off to hide... The phone doesn't even ring while I am stuffing... I avoid most all corn products. Maybe I shouldn't.....maybe that is why I am cramming the stuff...maybe its a secret craving for the betterment of my body... Don't think so Jackson... I "got " enough salt induced cellulite for everyone on my block. At least after corn intake. (of which I sprinkle garlic salt onto) Am I nuts? No, just on occasion need a heck of a uplift and use popcorn to get my fix! Hey, I'm a baby boomer...you figure it out. I can't beleive I ate the whole bag.....what a bag? I love my puns.