

and I called 6 Pennsylvania people to encourage them to vote! I am so awesome!
I love the way Obama’s campaign does things. They make it too easy for people like me to help! I love it.
Some years ago,
on a hot summer day in South Florida , a little boy decided to go for a
swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.
In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door,
leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.
He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle
of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and
closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water,
yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little
boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too
late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the
dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the
alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between
the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father
was much too passionate to let go.
A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck,
took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in
the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred
by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep
scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his
effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked
if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then,
with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I
have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't
let go." You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars,
too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of
those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret.
But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In
the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The
Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants
to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we
foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead.
The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the
enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if
you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He
did not and will not ever let you go.
You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are
going through. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't
know how they got them. Also, it is so important that we are not
selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding
them to someone else. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves
them, and you love them, too - enough to not let them go .
Some years ago,
on a hot summer day in South Florida , a little boy decided to go for a
swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.
In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door,
leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.
He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle
of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and
closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water,
yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little
boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too
late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the
dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the
alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between
the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father
was much too passionate to let go.
A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck,
took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in
the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred
by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep
scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his
effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked
if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then,
with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I
have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't
let go." You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars,
too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of
those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret.
But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In
the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The
Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants
to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we
foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead.
The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the
enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if
you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He
did not and will not ever let you go.
You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are
going through. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't
know how they got them. Also, it is so important that we are not
selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding
them to someone else. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves
them, and you love them, too - enough to not let them go .
A Lesson on Being Worthy.
A Thought Adjuster Transmission – October 5, 2004.
March 4, 2008
"Doing without any extra expenses such as:
eating out, drinking coffee, movies & entertainment,
using a computer at the library so I
do not have an internet bill, limiting trips to
the store to save gas, time and money. Finding
'free food' on campus. Sell or get rid of
anything that you do not need. Extra clutter
clutters your mind and causes unnecessary
stress. Walking is great exercise and helps to
clear your mind. Always have a positive attitude
and know that tomorrow is going to be a
better day than today."
Margie Komistra
My birthday is the 25th and I celebrate the entire month. I did get sidetracked at the beginning of the month because of the BAM BAM DAMN incident. However, today is the 4th and I am back on track.
My goal this month is to get rid of all of my clutter before the 25th. I want to spend my 38th year celebrating peace, freedom, humanity, the earth, the universe, and all that is beautiful, wonderful, good.
Submission
Submittal
Today is April 8, 2008 and I am just now posting this entry. The good news is that I have gotten rid of the clutter. The journey towards peace is going well. Life is good.
Diplomacy
di‧plo‧ma‧cy /dɪˈploʊmə
si/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[di-ploh-muh-see] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
Tact and skill in dealing with people. See Synonyms at tact.
tact /tækt/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[takt] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation,
–noun
1. | a keen sense of what to say or do to avoid giving offense; skill in dealing with difficult or delicate situations. |
2. | a keen sense of what is appropriate, tasteful, or aesthetically pleasing; taste; discrimination. |
3. | touch or the sense of touch. |
[Origin: 1150–1200; < L tāctus sense of touch, equiv. to tag-, var. s. of tangere to touch + -tus suffix of v. action]
—Synonyms 1. perception, sensitivity; diplomacy, poise.
I was raised on diplomacy! Growing up, I was taught to be tactful and diplomatic at all times. I’m still tactful and diplomatic. A friend once told me that I could insult someone right to their face and they wouldn’t even realize I was insulting them. She called me nice-ty.
Why am I blogging about diplomacy and tact? Well, I am damn tired of being diplomatic and tactful. It’s time for me to grow up and be rude for a change. I don’t sugarcoat things, but I do tend to have a special way of saying some things. I once dated a guy who told me that I had a way of saying, “No” without actually using the word NO. He was right. I would say, “next week, tomorrow, when such & such, or how about this instead?”
This is why I am now declaring this blog tactless, rude, inconsiderate, thoughtless, brash, and boorish. Not really.
Point I'm Making: For me, life is better when I am honest and speak my mind.
Blogs of note(brutal honesty note that is):
March 25 was my birthday. I feel internally beautiful and at peace. I love this feeling. All of my needs are met. I want for nothing. I feel like the 23rd Psalm. I feel at rest. I want to bottle this feeling and sell it. Naw. I would like to bottle it up for when I am not as rational as I should be. Trash that. I'm holding on to this feeling for as long as possible.
Doug offered to take me to the restaurant of my choice for my birthday. I was torn between Dianne's on Devine and Ruth's Chris. I finally chose Dianne's. I appreciate him. I was trippin over him this weekend, but I'm better now. My little episode this weekend confirmed that I am a spoiled little one and at times bratty. Not going into any more details about that one. We finally went to Ruth's Chris instead.
Back to my birthday. I am 38 today and feel great. I've lost 8 lbs since I started working closer to home with less traffic stress.
This goal has been gnawing at me for a considerable amount of time now. I no longer find fulfillment in what I do.
Since the car accident, my back has been in alot of pain. I went to the chiropractor for my second visit yesterday. I started to feel a little better after that visit, but around 2:30 I was in pain again. So, I left work early. I have also missed a lot of work as a result of the accident.
Thursday was the only day this week I did NOT have a doctor’s appointment. I was happy not to have that interruption in my regularly scheduled life. When I got off work Thursday, I had a craving for crab cakes AGAIN. So I went grocery shopping.
I came home, made the boys do their chores right because they got it all wrong. I was really looking forward to cooking my special dinner and I do not cook in a dirty kitchen. So after the work, I cooked fried chicken (for the boys, I gave up chicken altogether), crab cakes, baked zucchini, corn, and biscuits. The boys had milk while I enjoyed a glass white zinfandel with my special dinner. Cooking exactly what I wanted for dinner was me nurturing me and my body.
Friday after the boys left for their 4th weekend in a row visit with their dad, I enjoyed stuffed tilapia, brussel sprouts, biscuits and white merlot. That white merlot was very good.
Two nights in a row I enjoyed fabulously cooked dinners with my favorite people, me, myself, William, Allan, and TJ. Friday is was all about me. Quiet, peaceful and just what I needed.
LESSON LEARNED: True Beauty is within and it shines through without.
Everybody wants to live the good life. To some people that good life is a great job with benefits and high pay. To others, it's doing what you want when you want. Still to others it's getting over on other people. Some people just take & take and NEVER give.
Is giving really the good life?
What type of giving qualifies as the good life?
Blogs talking about The Good Life:
All good blogs describing the good life in 3 different ways. Enjoy.
Other Good Life sites:
What's the good life to you?
Craig Bowers was the first boy I really liked, but Pressley Harvin was my first boyfriend.
Pressley lived down the street from me and he had it bad for me. He walked me home from the bus stop everyday. Sometimes he even offered to carry my books. Pressley really liked me except he was afraid of my step-father. All the boys were afraid of my step-father.
My step-father was the type to let everybody know he has shotguns and other weapons and he wasn’t afraid to use them to defend his daughters. Pressley had every right and reason to be afraid of Willie James (my step-father).
One day Pressley got the nerve to actually tell Willie James how he felt about me. I was shocked. I really hadn’t given Pressley much thought until that day. See, I had my mind, my eyes, and my heart set on Craig Bowers.
I had it really bad for Craig. Just like I felt about Pressley, that’s how Craig felt about me. In Craig’s mind, I was just a friend, one of the boys. Craig had a girlfriend, but he still had time to play paper football with me. We talked on the phone for hours and we played on the monkey bars together. I would watch Craig go from one end to the other while Keisha and I would pretend we were on the gymnastics parallel bars. We were pretty good too. I actually took gymnastics at the Y and Keisha actually took dance and Libby’s. So we knew what we were doing (in our little minds).
Back to Craig & Pressley. I never took Pressley seriously until he mustered the courage to tell Willie James that he was in love with me. Pressley with all of his 11 years of wisdom confronted Willie James to say that he was going to make me his woman. I was very impressed by that act alone. That one act along with all of Pressley’s pestering finally made me say yes when he asked me to “go with him”. So at 11 years old, Pressley was my first boyfriend, but I still had it bad for Craig Bowers.
LESSON LEARNED: You never know what a person has to offer until you see them in action. IOW: Never judge a book by its cover.
Forgiveness
Since my experiences with the holy spirit, I've experienced a certain type of peace I've never known.
As far as the sad periods, I seek God, I write and I roll. I also look around me and see that I am blessed. I look inside and know who I am. This sounds easy, but sometimes it is quite difficult. That gratitude exercise during the month of November 2007 was quite trying for me.
August 2004 when I was going through my divorce, things were all very difficult for me. My ex husband was making life miserable, but only because I let him. My sad time happened over the period of a week. For an entire week all I did was get up, get the boys to school, go to work as a zombie, come home as a zombie, make sure the boys ate, then go straight to the couch and CRY. I cried several hours everyday for a week! I cried myself to sleep every night. And, in front of my sons! They didn't know what was wrong with me. I am not sure if I would recommend this. Although they did witness this sadness, they also witnessed the recovery. So they learned that sad times don't last always. They've learned that we do overcome, grow, and change.
"Mom, why are you crying?" they asked over and over again. Poor babies, I couldn't even answer them. I pulled the covers over my head and I cried some more. I don't even know how they got to bed or where they slept because I was too busy crying. I did this everyday for a week mind you.
Then on the Friday of that week of crying, I was on the couch doing my thing, crying. As I cried, I thought about every bad thing every body I've ever encountered has done to me. Then I started thinking about all of the bad things I'd ever done in my life. All of this bad thinking could have led to more crying, but it didn't. My spirit woman wouldn't let it.
Immediately, I heard the Father say, "For mine own sake I have cast your sins into the sea of forgetfulness. Don't you know who you are?"
"Of course," was my answer. I knew who I was. I kept telling everybody I was a child of God. I knew I was made in His image. If I was made in His image, then I knew I was like Him and have qualities like him. If He cast my sins into the sea of forgetfulness for His sake, then I must cast my sins into the sea of forgetfulness for my own sake. I had to forgive myself for my own sanity and for my children's well being and care as well. I also had to do the same for people who have wronged me. Not for them, but for me. I forgave them and threw their sins out too.
Then I got up, read my Bible, took that Word and applied it to my life at that very moment. Once I learned my lesson that day, I told the boys, "come on, let's go". We got our stuff and got out of that house. Ever since, Fridays have been our days to go out do something. That Friday we went to the park, watched a movie and had a good ole time. We've been having our fun every Friday since that last Friday I cried on the couch.
Now I don't cry on the couch. It took me a long time to even get comfortable on that couch. As a matter of fact, I sold that couch February 2006. (that couch was evil)
Forgiveness is what got me out of that funk. Forgiveness is what keeps me going. Forgiveness is a key element in healing, so I hear.
I must make one aspect of forgiveness very clear. Forgiving a person does not mean you let that person wrong you over and over again. It just means, you don't let what that person did to you poison you and your life. Don't hold on to the act or wrongful deed, but also know who/what you're dealing with so you don't fall prey to the same things that harm again.
Dr. Laura has an excellent example of forgiveness that I prescribe to. She said, if you are in a pool with alligators or pirhanna and they bite and attack you, once you get out of the pool, you can forgive them. The key is not to get in the pool again. Just because you forgave the flesh eating creatures doesn't mean they are no longer flesh eating creatures and that makes it safe to swim with them again.
LESSON LEARNED: Forgiveness is all about the person doing the forgiving. It has little to do with the person being forgiven. Forgiveness is about self cleansing so that you can be the best you possible. The self cleansing of forgiveness contributes to making you a whole person.
Recommended Forgiveness Reading:
I am a survivor. I have been to Hell, Purgatory, Heaven and Earth. This site is about my journey, my thoughts, my questions, my life, my present, my past, my future, my moments in Hell, my moments in Purgatory, My moments in Heaven, my moments on Earth, but most importantly, my LIFE LESSONS.
If you're interested in overcoming, having fun, interesting dialogue, witty conversations, and sharing LIFE LESSONS, then you will find something here on a daily basis. If you are not sure about Hell, Purgatory, Heaven, or Earth, my LIFE LESSONS may give you a clue. Then again, they may not. That's up to you and your perspective.
Starting February 22, 2008, all of my entries will either have a LIFE LESSON, a pondering question, or a link to a blog that specializes in the topic I wrote about that day. I have yet to decide how that will be, but it will develop and we will run with it.
Although I am a domestic violence survivor, this blog will not be about domestic violence. Every October I focus on Domestic Violence. October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Every once in a while I will write about DV, but not very often.
I like to concentrate on living in the here and now, something I learned while visiting Purgatory. My major topics are things I encounter everyday. You may even get lucky and witness a conversation I have with myself.
Who am I? I am a divorced mother of three sons, so I do know something about family life and parenting. I am in my late 30's approaching 40, so I do know something about something. I find that the older I get, the less I care about how diplomatic and tactful I am with my words and actions. That should make for an interesting read, write, or discussion from time to time.
BTW, my wasbund reads my blog on a regular basis; he googled me, that's how he found it. He asked that I be more tactful with my writings for his sake, I am not so sure if I can abide by that one. I'll just pretend he no longer exists.
::giggling to myself:: (GTM)
across the hall from me says he teaches salsa dancing at the Adult Community Center down the street from here.
I am not sure if I still want to do this, but once I make up my mind I will ask him about it.
Two days ago I wrote Shameless. Not the Garth Brooks song, but the shameless plea to get my blog more exposure.
I thought Shameless would at least get a response or one vote.
Nobody has voted for me but Keala Brown.
This is another Shameless plea to get you and your friends to go vote for me.
Thank you.
This entry has been brought to you today by my shameless attitude.
Have a nice day.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
3:35pm
I am ready to go home.
I had a long day of doing nothing. I sent a few emails. Completed 2 Work Definition Documents.
Read some blogs.
Read some emails.
Went to the bookstore.
Ate an apple
Ate a peach
Ate some yogurt
Ate a turkey sandwich
Now I’m playing the waiting game. AGAIN
wait
wait
wait
What are you doing?
and
What kind of schemes/reasons/stories/lies can you concoct to leave work 1-2 hours early?
No Worries
Worry has not been my friend. I find that when I worry, bad things happen just because I worry.
I don't worry much in this new life I am living.
However, during my separation and shortly after my divorce, I played with worry from time to time.
I must say I was not raised to know what worry was.
My mom was not much of a worrier. My grandmother was not much of a worrier. My dad was more of a dreamer than a worrier. He was/is also good at solving problems. God I love that man.
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time passed since I wrote what's above
i worked
i did some other stuff
It is now 4:01pm on the day after Valentine's day and I have a headache. It's an I'm sick of looking at the computer headache.
I had to take my Valentine some juice and soup for lunch. He has the flu. I patiently await his recovery. The dr. said for him to be inside until Monday. He says he's going to work tomorrow. Poor soul. He works too much.
Well, since he can't go to the play tonight, he gave me the tickets and said to take my gf. My gf and I will enjoy the play. Then afterwards, we may go get into some trouble. We'll see. But like I was saying earlier, "No Worries".
I really have a headache. I might need a nap before the play tonight.
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Christina and I went to the play. Tyler Perry is a genius. If The Marriage Counselor is coming to a town near you, I highly recommend it. Funny, spiritual, touching, a joy to watch.
We sat behind the lady in the photo. We were fascinated by that gold cat on her back. She has no idea we were taking photos of her cat. That cat was funny man. I had to snap snap it with my camera phone.
After the play we went to Hush, then Sunset, then Elements, then back to Sunset.
Hush is too bougie for me. Sunset is cool, Elements is cool. I do like Elements better than Sunset though. Elements had the Black Diamonds on their TV screens all night long. That was pleasure for my eyes.
What do you think of the Cat Lady?