Saving Grace At Guantanamo Bay: A Memoir of a Citizen Warrior
"Hard as it is to...: A Memoir of a Citizen Warrior "Hard as it is to believe, one of the most significant stories of the post-9/11 age is also one of the leas...
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Still going
Today is my special day. My birthday. My birthday cake of which I ordered and will eat. Reads 65 & still alive. Chocolate with Raspberry filling and butter cream frosting. And purple roses. Who says you can’t have your cake and eat it too?
I have always added that Life’s uncertain Eat Dessert first!! I have taken the high road all my adult life never planned never slowed down always had the fun rather than the rational. I cried when I turned 16. I thought my life was over I was old. My deeply loved boyfriend gave me a solitaire diamond ring. It was the best day of my life. That evening as I showed it off proudly to my parents my father asked. “Let me take a look at that” I innocently handed it to him. He said” As he handed it back to my tall dark and handsome boyfriend standing arrogantly next to me. “She can have it when she turns 18. That was the end of my Daddy’s little girl relationship with my father. From then on, he never trusted me or had much love for me. I think it broke his heart that there would be another in my life. And to this day, I really believe that he turned against me. I can honestly say that our love was innocent I had never had sex. Never drank. Never did a drug. It was chaste little house on the prairie romance as could be. I have had turmoil in my life many, many life threatening illnesses. Four husbands. (never marring the one I wanted at sixteen.) Having the chance many times through his four marriages. But always backing out. I think my father ruined it from the beginning. But finally I found one I could love and cherish and have been a good and faithful wife, for the past thirty years.. Fifteen years ago I was diagnosis with renal cell cancer. I had my kidney removed , (among other things) and told I had five years. Beat the odds…. I am still here. And give praise to the Lord because He isn’t through with me yet and for that I am so very Thankful.
I have always added that Life’s uncertain Eat Dessert first!! I have taken the high road all my adult life never planned never slowed down always had the fun rather than the rational. I cried when I turned 16. I thought my life was over I was old. My deeply loved boyfriend gave me a solitaire diamond ring. It was the best day of my life. That evening as I showed it off proudly to my parents my father asked. “Let me take a look at that” I innocently handed it to him. He said” As he handed it back to my tall dark and handsome boyfriend standing arrogantly next to me. “She can have it when she turns 18. That was the end of my Daddy’s little girl relationship with my father. From then on, he never trusted me or had much love for me. I think it broke his heart that there would be another in my life. And to this day, I really believe that he turned against me. I can honestly say that our love was innocent I had never had sex. Never drank. Never did a drug. It was chaste little house on the prairie romance as could be. I have had turmoil in my life many, many life threatening illnesses. Four husbands. (never marring the one I wanted at sixteen.) Having the chance many times through his four marriages. But always backing out. I think my father ruined it from the beginning. But finally I found one I could love and cherish and have been a good and faithful wife, for the past thirty years.. Fifteen years ago I was diagnosis with renal cell cancer. I had my kidney removed , (among other things) and told I had five years. Beat the odds…. I am still here. And give praise to the Lord because He isn’t through with me yet and for that I am so very Thankful.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Lifes meaning seem to change with seasons for some. Lately mine change with the tide tables.
Have been on the move lately.
My life needed a refresher course. In addition, so did several others in my family.
Nothing major just a pending divorce and total change of address. (piece of cake? Right?)
Moreover, a total climate attitude makeover. (Chuckle). That was just two of the people. The rest are rolling over in their preverbal graves, nests and buckets of poop. As they deal with the fact that life is Grand… and if it isn’t then get the hell out and make a new one. I have always heard of the cliché’ ‘Like father like son’ Yup and a very truthful thing. In this situation. But as for the case ‘Like Mother like Daughter’ I have come to the conclusion that is a good thing. My life has been in a rut. However after much consideration rather than change Horses. In midstream. Retirement sounded like a better choice. However, convincing my spouse was darn near asking him to streak down Main Street. Therefore, I just took a vacation and simply said I am not coming back. Come visit. All of a sudden, his attitude was a little clearer.
He has to realize that if he thinks he can continue to work a fifty-hour week at 68 years. So be it. I cannot and my health was proof. Nevertheless, move he did now a part time employment that is more a hobby in disguise will do him fine.
As for the daughter, her situation was much more unstable. You divorce someone because they are total jerks and can’t seem to understand the word. Monogamy and then turn around and married them again just to prove a point. There is something wrong with that completely. For the sake of the kids? Didn’t want to be alone? BS -Total -BS. Kids grow up take sides make their own rules and you are left with the same void that you had. So strike two. Move on . Now mothers wise mouth says “Go for it” Whatever, whoever and where ever.
Life is too short, not be happy. Moreover, the more people (supposed friends, and/or relatives) get riled the more it was obvious that there needed to be a change.
I hate words like norm, ruts, stable, conform, “don’t rock the boat” More BS. Sink the damn boat. Swim for your life and breathe, Take chances right or wrong at least you’re living. Random thoughts of an old white woman
My life needed a refresher course. In addition, so did several others in my family.
Nothing major just a pending divorce and total change of address. (piece of cake? Right?)
Moreover, a total climate attitude makeover. (Chuckle). That was just two of the people. The rest are rolling over in their preverbal graves, nests and buckets of poop. As they deal with the fact that life is Grand… and if it isn’t then get the hell out and make a new one. I have always heard of the cliché’ ‘Like father like son’ Yup and a very truthful thing. In this situation. But as for the case ‘Like Mother like Daughter’ I have come to the conclusion that is a good thing. My life has been in a rut. However after much consideration rather than change Horses. In midstream. Retirement sounded like a better choice. However, convincing my spouse was darn near asking him to streak down Main Street. Therefore, I just took a vacation and simply said I am not coming back. Come visit. All of a sudden, his attitude was a little clearer.
He has to realize that if he thinks he can continue to work a fifty-hour week at 68 years. So be it. I cannot and my health was proof. Nevertheless, move he did now a part time employment that is more a hobby in disguise will do him fine.
As for the daughter, her situation was much more unstable. You divorce someone because they are total jerks and can’t seem to understand the word. Monogamy and then turn around and married them again just to prove a point. There is something wrong with that completely. For the sake of the kids? Didn’t want to be alone? BS -Total -BS. Kids grow up take sides make their own rules and you are left with the same void that you had. So strike two. Move on . Now mothers wise mouth says “Go for it” Whatever, whoever and where ever.
Life is too short, not be happy. Moreover, the more people (supposed friends, and/or relatives) get riled the more it was obvious that there needed to be a change.
I hate words like norm, ruts, stable, conform, “don’t rock the boat” More BS. Sink the damn boat. Swim for your life and breathe, Take chances right or wrong at least you’re living. Random thoughts of an old white woman
Monday, June 13, 2011
I can see clearly now
Horoscopes are for those who are blind. Crystal Balls are for those who dream. Life is for those who survive.
I say screw luck, and four leaf clovers Be prepared for the life you want. Be a doer not a dreamer. Don’t stand by and watch everyone else live the way they choose while you are swept aside when your service is done. Get on with your bad self. Gravity is pulling you down to the grave. Lift up your spirit and climb your mountain and then stand beside it and say be removed you have the power to live, laugh and maybe even love again. Go go go gogogogogogogogog!
I say screw luck, and four leaf clovers Be prepared for the life you want. Be a doer not a dreamer. Don’t stand by and watch everyone else live the way they choose while you are swept aside when your service is done. Get on with your bad self. Gravity is pulling you down to the grave. Lift up your spirit and climb your mountain and then stand beside it and say be removed you have the power to live, laugh and maybe even love again. Go go go gogogogogogogogog!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Life's retched demands
Life’s messages are
sometimes ruthless.
Although I would like to live a quiet life
full of flowers in shades of blues and yellow.
I am handed the aura of
Browns and Reds in measure.
I want to live in colorful hues of light.
Yet I get storms and
multiple flavored bitterness.
Take me back to candy land games
and monopoly money.
Lincoln logs and Pez.
Take me back to the purest of Easter
and May Day ribbons, of my childhood.
Give me a taste of Sensuous beings, and stolen kisses.
Give me back the richness of my youth
When I was sheltered and full of harmony.
Monday, June 6, 2011
“A manly Man that Reads.”
I had to comment on a line from a friend of mine.
“A manly Man that Reads.”
Oh, my She had never met one. Ok so I thought look at all the men that are Authors. Are they manly? Yup I found a few. And why not? They want to keep up now a days.
Manly men just don’t ride Ape handled Harley’s and Horses the don’t have to wear Ten gallon hats and drive Silverado’s or Rams. But they do have to pick up a book now and then to see what Women are writing about them. So how about it guys do you read?
Better yet I bet some of you even Write!
“A manly Man that Reads.”
Oh, my She had never met one. Ok so I thought look at all the men that are Authors. Are they manly? Yup I found a few. And why not? They want to keep up now a days.
Manly men just don’t ride Ape handled Harley’s and Horses the don’t have to wear Ten gallon hats and drive Silverado’s or Rams. But they do have to pick up a book now and then to see what Women are writing about them. So how about it guys do you read?
Better yet I bet some of you even Write!
Friday, May 27, 2011
Memorial Day
On Thanksgiving I give Thanks for what I have
Memorial Day is the Day I pause to give
Thanks to the Veterans who fought for what I have
Some Holidays only mean food sunshine and three days of no work.
This Holiday reminds me of all those who are not here to share my three days.
RIP Josh.
Memorial Day is the Day I pause to give
Thanks to the Veterans who fought for what I have
Some Holidays only mean food sunshine and three days of no work.
This Holiday reminds me of all those who are not here to share my three days.
RIP Josh.
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