EBOLA

Mom & Me

Motocrossing Hurts!

I didn't get up enough speed so when the motorbike couldn't make it over the little baby hill I was ascending, it fell backwords, and I was unable to keep the bike upright, and when it fell on me, the kickstand punctured my leg; yep that's what I said. I had a mini-impaling. Wowza! Did that hurt. I spoke out loud to myself while walking, walking, walking; ( I felt like Forrest Gump) that it was ok, and that it was just a minor flesh wound. Should have probably had 2 or 3 stitches, but thought the hole was smaller, until I H202'd it, and the goop got all cleaned out, and then, I could see that the hole was a little bigger than once thought. By then, it was too late for stitches, and so Dr. Mom fixed me up! ahhhhh.......talk about relief!

"Incomplete"

My life became...
A pink cell screen
Four barren walls
Some gasoline;
I couldn't hear their laughter
Nor watch their radiant faces
Dry their tears and calm them
No longer take them places
Can't raise them up to love the Lord
Their smiles have almost vanished
Oh, wake me from the horror
Save me from this hell
It's time to make their breakfast
They'll be late for sure, they will
Don't stop and play with Mr. Monte
Did you get all your books?
Brush your teeth, but first lets eat
Make your bed and pray
We'll wake like this again today

Hanging on!

Because nothing is tangible now, I have to hold on to hope. What I cannot see, or touch right now doesn't matter, what matters is what I want and then I will set out to get it. Instead of focusing on what hurts, I will focus on how to fix it.

Don't forget the shoes

So this is what it is like to date at my age. Lots of first dates with people that you wish you didn't even know as a distant acquaintance. What's sadder still is that this is also how they feel about you. Difficult to understand, I KNOW! At least from that angle, from my angle though, I totally get how they feel. Did you know that we figure out whether or not we will click with someone within the first five minutes of meeting them, and we waste all that time and money in an uncomfortable spit-fest over a plate of food. (Courtesy of my last psycho would-be anti-mormon dinner date.) I kind of wanted to ask him if he could also do my shoes. (Didn't that used to be called spit-shine?) Needless to say, I left the table hungry and begging for more (good men that is!) If only we would have gone on a date near the caribbean so that either I could hide under an umbrella, or wash off after in the ocean. Barring, that, a good stiff drink would've helped with the consciousness factor of the whole rainy ordeal. I recommend dating only while intoxicated. They say not to drink and drive, but I say to be certain that you drink while dating. Yep, they go together like shine on a shoe, like saliva and digestion. Sorry, I digress! Good gracious, I say save me! Talk about "Fear Factor" Most people cannot handle this, but not me, I am FEARLESS I tell you.

Not the duck tape!

Don't bother about anything at all
until you have first made clear to yourself
that your love for the child in question is holding firmly,
swelling warmly in your heart.
Then, whatever you do will be as nearly right as it is possible for human judgment to be.
by Angelo Patti

Merry Christmas