We think we know best, right? Well, I am in a weird place. Not exactly where I thought I'd be. Not what I planned. Planned. That IS the key word here. What I PLANNED. I guess in this life we can plan all we want. Just thinking that makes me laugh. We plan and plan then plan a little more. It has come to my attention that we are not in control. At all. I mean, we are responsible for ourselves, what we do, say, think. But, that's about it.
The desire of my heart was to be in a sales job. I got one. It was telephone sales.
I love talking. Just ask my mom. I got a C in conduct in Miss Buckner's first grade class. I was in big, I mean REALLY BIG trouble. I love talking on the phone. How hard could this be? Dialing and talking and dialing and talking. So, I made 100+ calls a day trying to find the right guy to buy my company's cleaning chemicals.
The part I loved the most about this job was talking to great people. Some of them even bought from me, most not. Hence, me not lasting at that job. But that's another story.
One of my customers and I had a very long discussion. (Sales plan: Make them your friend and listen to them, then give your sales pitch.) This YMCA manager shared with me that he'd left a high stress career and landed directing the Y. His new job was a much slower pace for him. He shared with me he was writing. I mentioned that I'd always wanted to write. But where to start? He encouraged me to get started. I believe the words he used 'sooner rather than later.'
Is a year sooner, or later? I'm thinking more later. So, I'm a slow starter. This is no surprise to me. What was I waiting on? I know. I want everything to be perfect. And I'm laughing again. You know it will never be perfect.
Perfection is not for this side of heaven.
Just Bebe
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
But I Don't Want To!
It's Thursday. The sun is not visible to me. I know it's there but there's a heavy cloud cover.
I have a really bad case of the "I don't want to(s)".
I have no energy. What zapped me?
There are Cheerios on the floor where Hayes put them. Someone needs to pick them up. But I don't want to.
My house looks very extra cluttered today - it usually is - and I just don't want to put anything away.
I don't like feeling this way. I like having energy and 'want to' and getting things done.
The way I feel makes me, just, blah!
I have appointments made for real estate.
I have prom dresses that need my attention, but you got it. I don't want to.
Several years ago I was in a preschool room. The children were 4. There was one very busy boy and as teachers do, we kept re-directing his activities. Eventually, he was sent to time out. In his very best voice of whine and in a very southern accent he gave us a sing song version of "BUT I DON'T WAAAAAANNA GO TO TIME OUT!" He may have even stomped his foot. Today this makes me chuckle. Of course, after we ignored him for 25 seconds he was in control and interacting with the other children. All was well.
That's me today. You think someone will send me to time out? Maybe send me to take a nap? I want more than 25 seconds. Please, pretty please.
Just Bebe
I have a really bad case of the "I don't want to(s)".
I have no energy. What zapped me?
There are Cheerios on the floor where Hayes put them. Someone needs to pick them up. But I don't want to.
My house looks very extra cluttered today - it usually is - and I just don't want to put anything away.
I don't like feeling this way. I like having energy and 'want to' and getting things done.
The way I feel makes me, just, blah!
I have appointments made for real estate.
I have prom dresses that need my attention, but you got it. I don't want to.
Several years ago I was in a preschool room. The children were 4. There was one very busy boy and as teachers do, we kept re-directing his activities. Eventually, he was sent to time out. In his very best voice of whine and in a very southern accent he gave us a sing song version of "BUT I DON'T WAAAAAANNA GO TO TIME OUT!" He may have even stomped his foot. Today this makes me chuckle. Of course, after we ignored him for 25 seconds he was in control and interacting with the other children. All was well.
That's me today. You think someone will send me to time out? Maybe send me to take a nap? I want more than 25 seconds. Please, pretty please.
Just Bebe
Thursday, April 12, 2012
That Yellow Cat
What can I say? I love him. Stupid yellow cat.
As far as I know he's only had three homes. You know, places he's lived.
The first one I know of was the parking lot outside J. C. Penney at Arbor Place mall. He was a tiny little thing covered in dusty, greasy, parking lot remnants. The little bit of fur between his paws was matted together. His yellow color was masked by a coating of that same parking lot dust. Oh, and he had this huge oil spot on his right side.
It was July. Remember, we live in the sunny south and July is hot, hot, hot and humid. Kitty, not the yellow cat, and I went to exchange some items we'd bought earlier in the week. It was all her fault that we found him. She chose that particular parking spot.
The sunlight beat down on the asphalt parking lot. Heat bounced like a ball upward away from the pavement. Leaving the comfort of our air conditioned car we saw a little blur. It was scampering toward a family that was leaving the mall. It trotted toward them and gave a tiny 'meow'. Kitty's immediately response was, "Mommy!" I shook my head knowing we would take this kitten home with us. Quickly I gave her instructions to catch the kitten and wait in the car. Be sure to turn on the air conditioning so you two won't melt while waiting. Kitty and I took turns sitting in the car with our new pet, air conditioning blowing on high and the coldest setting. I'm sure the yellow kitten thought this was a great improvement over the hot parking lot.
Jake, the master of the house, was lounging on the sofa taking his Sunday afternoon nap. I was so hopeful that we could sneak this small, scared, flea infested kitten into the house undetected. Jake lifted his head and demanded, "WHAT IS THAT?" I answered in a calm, soothing sweet tone, "It's a kitten. He was in the mall parking lot. We're only going to keep him until we can find him a good home." This was a lie. The master of the house bellowed back at me; "I want that cat gone by Monday."
We took him downstairs where all 5, yes, 5 children gathered as he got a bath in the sink. The bath revealed a pretty yellow kitten, big blob of oil and all.
Fast forward seven years later. We've moved from that house to another. And you know we moved that yellow cat as well. He is king of the castle coming and going as he pleases. He is a great warrior in the fight against keeping the ground squirrel population under control. He prowls and protects our yard. He greets us at the car when we come home. He thinks he's part dog. He's a nosy neighbor watching from the inside out twitching his tail as he dreams of catching one of those pesky gray squirrels.
Chico is a small handicapped dog that lives next door. He has a wheelchair for his back legs. (You can't make this stuff up.) Yellow cat loves to lounge around in view of Chico for pure aggravation. He is also a sneaky brat. A couple of weeks ago we had a dark and stormy night. I couldn't find him anywhere. I wanted him safe, warm and dry inside. I called and called. He never came. So I just prayed for his safety. Yes, I prayed for a cat to be safe. I found him the next morning in the downstairs closet. He was warm safe and dry and asleep in the house. My prayer was answered. All that worry for nothing. Still, I love that yellow cat.
So, our cat that was supposed to be "gone" by Monday is mostly referred to as Gone. But he isn't.
Just Bebe
And let's dedicate this today to Jan who loved hearing my yellow cat and dog stories. She is resting in Heaven today.
As far as I know he's only had three homes. You know, places he's lived.
The first one I know of was the parking lot outside J. C. Penney at Arbor Place mall. He was a tiny little thing covered in dusty, greasy, parking lot remnants. The little bit of fur between his paws was matted together. His yellow color was masked by a coating of that same parking lot dust. Oh, and he had this huge oil spot on his right side.
It was July. Remember, we live in the sunny south and July is hot, hot, hot and humid. Kitty, not the yellow cat, and I went to exchange some items we'd bought earlier in the week. It was all her fault that we found him. She chose that particular parking spot.
The sunlight beat down on the asphalt parking lot. Heat bounced like a ball upward away from the pavement. Leaving the comfort of our air conditioned car we saw a little blur. It was scampering toward a family that was leaving the mall. It trotted toward them and gave a tiny 'meow'. Kitty's immediately response was, "Mommy!" I shook my head knowing we would take this kitten home with us. Quickly I gave her instructions to catch the kitten and wait in the car. Be sure to turn on the air conditioning so you two won't melt while waiting. Kitty and I took turns sitting in the car with our new pet, air conditioning blowing on high and the coldest setting. I'm sure the yellow kitten thought this was a great improvement over the hot parking lot.
Jake, the master of the house, was lounging on the sofa taking his Sunday afternoon nap. I was so hopeful that we could sneak this small, scared, flea infested kitten into the house undetected. Jake lifted his head and demanded, "WHAT IS THAT?" I answered in a calm, soothing sweet tone, "It's a kitten. He was in the mall parking lot. We're only going to keep him until we can find him a good home." This was a lie. The master of the house bellowed back at me; "I want that cat gone by Monday."
We took him downstairs where all 5, yes, 5 children gathered as he got a bath in the sink. The bath revealed a pretty yellow kitten, big blob of oil and all.
Fast forward seven years later. We've moved from that house to another. And you know we moved that yellow cat as well. He is king of the castle coming and going as he pleases. He is a great warrior in the fight against keeping the ground squirrel population under control. He prowls and protects our yard. He greets us at the car when we come home. He thinks he's part dog. He's a nosy neighbor watching from the inside out twitching his tail as he dreams of catching one of those pesky gray squirrels.
Chico is a small handicapped dog that lives next door. He has a wheelchair for his back legs. (You can't make this stuff up.) Yellow cat loves to lounge around in view of Chico for pure aggravation. He is also a sneaky brat. A couple of weeks ago we had a dark and stormy night. I couldn't find him anywhere. I wanted him safe, warm and dry inside. I called and called. He never came. So I just prayed for his safety. Yes, I prayed for a cat to be safe. I found him the next morning in the downstairs closet. He was warm safe and dry and asleep in the house. My prayer was answered. All that worry for nothing. Still, I love that yellow cat.
Just Bebe
And let's dedicate this today to Jan who loved hearing my yellow cat and dog stories. She is resting in Heaven today.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
My Favorite Melody
The first memory I have of her was in the fall of our 9th grade year. We had Mr. Askew. Some sort of history, second period. She dashed in every day just as the late bell was ringing. Then proceed to clean grass off her shoes. Who knows what my first class of the day was, but I can sure tell you what her's was. Band.
No, she didn't play an instrument. She was on the glamorous flag corps. Or, as we called them, the Silks. You see, the flags were nylon, satin or 'silky' material, hence the name, Silks. One of the sponsors also called them the "flaggetts." Mr. M made up that word. He was probably so aggravated and wanted to use another name but Flaggetts came out instead.
I digress. She spent her first class session marching on the field. Yelling commands over the music at marching band members. Counting for them, telling them to start now, stop here, turn in one more line, etc. All done in preparation for the BIG, Friday night halftime show. Ah, those were the days! Our band was HUGE and our football team great. Always.
Oh, back to the cleaning of the shoes. Every day they were covered in freshly cut grass. Remnants of marching and practicing on that wet football field. So much fun. Such great memories. Before I knew it, I was asking her how I could become a Silk to.
Fall became winter then winter to spring. At the end of our Freshman year we both completed a workshop and were successful in obtaining a coveted spot on the Silks for the upcoming marching band season. That was the beginning.
Flash forward - Thirty (cough, cough, wheeze, giggle) some odd years.
Today we met for lunch. An early lunch. A lunch that lasted for hours. It was great. I think we solved most of the world's problems. Or at least our part of the world. Now if we could only get the rest of the world to listen.
Thank you Melody D for your inspiration. Love to you.
Just Bebe.
No, she didn't play an instrument. She was on the glamorous flag corps. Or, as we called them, the Silks. You see, the flags were nylon, satin or 'silky' material, hence the name, Silks. One of the sponsors also called them the "flaggetts." Mr. M made up that word. He was probably so aggravated and wanted to use another name but Flaggetts came out instead.
I digress. She spent her first class session marching on the field. Yelling commands over the music at marching band members. Counting for them, telling them to start now, stop here, turn in one more line, etc. All done in preparation for the BIG, Friday night halftime show. Ah, those were the days! Our band was HUGE and our football team great. Always.
Oh, back to the cleaning of the shoes. Every day they were covered in freshly cut grass. Remnants of marching and practicing on that wet football field. So much fun. Such great memories. Before I knew it, I was asking her how I could become a Silk to.
Fall became winter then winter to spring. At the end of our Freshman year we both completed a workshop and were successful in obtaining a coveted spot on the Silks for the upcoming marching band season. That was the beginning.
Flash forward - Thirty (cough, cough, wheeze, giggle) some odd years.
Today we met for lunch. An early lunch. A lunch that lasted for hours. It was great. I think we solved most of the world's problems. Or at least our part of the world. Now if we could only get the rest of the world to listen.
Thank you Melody D for your inspiration. Love to you.
Just Bebe.
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