Tag Archives: Crazy

Call Me

Call me conniving
Because I’m persuasive
Call me cully
Because I’m naive
Call me cunning
Because I’m witty
Call me crafty
Because I’m skilled
Call me cooky
Because I’m funny
Call me confident
Because I’m secure
Call me clever
Because I’m intelligent
Call me crazy
Well, because I am
In response to the A to Z Challenge

In response to
the A to Z Challenge

I Need Not Be Convinced

You know how sometimes I will post something random or a photo? And other times my post is inspired by, or a response to something?

Well today I have no Wordless Wednesday photo. And I am not responding to anything specific. But I do have a nice quote that has been inspired by the type of day I’ve had.

“If I was not convinced before today … I know now beyond a shadow of doubt there are some people in this world who are just fu*#ing nuts”

…. I said it. And I feel better now.

Dances in Heaven

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There was a time when things were different.

When she greeted herself with “Good morning beautiful” as she brushed her pearly whites, put on her make-up and curled her hair.

When she cooked her eggs sunny side up. And buttered her toast with that fancy squeeze butter that would allow her to paint on it a smiley face looking back at her.

When she whistled to herself every day the tune “You are my sunshine” as she sat in bumper to bumper traffic during her drive into town.

When she greeted strangers on the elevator with a cheerful laugh and wished them all a blessed day as they got off on their floor.

When she danced in the rain.  And made angels in the snow.  And basked in the sun.

When she prayed to God every night and thanked Him for the day that had passed and for the day that will come.

That was before.

Before she lost her dad to alcoholism.  And her mom to cancer.
Before her son succumbed to mental illness.  And her dog to old age.

When she spoke to someone other than the hideous miserable reflection in the mirror that now stared back at her in disgust.

When she listened to someone other than her beloved parrots that simply repeated the words she wanted to hear.

You will always be Daddy’s little girl

Mommy will never leave you darling

I’m so glad you are my Momma

Before.

When the sound of her barking dog brought comfort to her and was not merely a distorted cry for help ringing over and over in her head.   Ringing until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Yes.  Yes indeed.  There was a time when things were different.

Very different.

Poetically different.

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Written in response to the Speakeasy #147

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