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| I received this in an email and thought it was rather interesting. I got a kick out of it. I don't have a clue whether it is all true or not... A History Lesson ~~~~~~LIFE IN THE 1500'S The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the1500s: These are interesting... Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water.. Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying. It's raining cats and dogs. There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence. The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying a thresh hold. (Getting quite an education, aren't you?) In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.. Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.. Those with money had plates made o f pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust. Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake. England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening thes e coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.. Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! ! |
| Just a short entry today. I got home last night around 11, and stayed up to 1am before I felt ready to hit the hay. I get up at 5am to get David up and off to work. Then around 7am I head back to bed for a bit. I did that this morning, but woke up about 9:30 wide awake... so I got up and did some chores. Got three loads of laundry done and hung out to dry, got the house picked up, yesterdays dishes done and was able to play a bit on the computer. One thing I had to do was go around and take down all the plastic that I painstakingly put up around all the air conditioners. Our central unit doesn't work and the landlord doesn't want to replace it, so we have a/c units in the windows. The last couple of weeks, it has been rather cool around these parts. Cool enough to warrant turning the furnace on. Up North, we would usually take the a/c units out of the windows for the winter... but down here, you just never know when winter will show up or if summer will peak in for a while. I went around and covered all the a/c units with plastic, snuggling them up tight with duct tape so none of the cool Texas air could sneak in past them. It was find and dandy until today. I guess Winter decided to take a vacation and let Summer return for a bit. It is up in the mid to high 70's today and the house is warming up like a oven. We have no shade on the South side of the house, plus the house is not insulated.... so once the sun hits it, it gets quite toasty inside. I turned the furnace off and went around and uncovered all the a/c units and turned them on. This warm front is suppose to last a week. Then winter will decide to return for a bit and I will have to go recover the units. Sure wish East Texas could make up it's mind and either let it be Winter or Summer. I am running out of duct tape !!! |
| Do you DEFART your beans before you cook them? I HAVE to defart my beans, otherwise there would be no living in my house for the next two days. David is nortorious for his flatulence anyway, but after a big bowl of beans, you can't stand to be in the same room with him. Now he doesn't believe that you can defart beans, but the proof is in the pudding. He may think that he is just as full of gas after eating my beans as before. But if he would look around, he will notice that I have not vacated the room and the dogs are still laying at his feet. Even the cats are lounging around the desk. This would never happen if I didn't DEFART my beans. David, like most men, is proud of his ability to produce gas and his talented expulsion of said gas. I can be sitting next to him, reading blogs and I hear it.....the shameless wind breakage squeaking sound that turns into a trumphet. I rear back and look at him in shock. "Yup! that was mine! Got more where that came from!" He proudly exclaims. "Oh, that was a sweet one, very aromatic," he points out. Then the dogs get up and go to the other side of the living room, the cats head to regions unknown to escape the hideious odor that is wafting through the room. "Did you like that one? Here is a window rattler." David excitedly proclaims as I hit him with my frying pan. So you see, if I don't DEFART my beans, there would be no surviving the gas chamber created by my dear Hubby. Like I said, David swears that you can't DEFART beans. But all is quiet in my house after a good dinner of cornbread swathed in juicy beans with bits of ham and onion mixed in. Bowl after bowl is consumed and, alas, there are no farts! The bedroom maintains it's clean, fresh sheet smell all through the night. There are no trumphets blaring, no squeaking, no bouquet of stink. Ok, so you are wondering, how in the world do you DEFART beans. Well, my Momma taught me how. There are several ways, but I do it her way. I place my beans in a pot of water, enough to cover them well. Then I add about 1/4 cup of baking soda. I bring them to a rolling boil, turn the burner off and let them set for about 15 minutes. Then you rinse them and go ahead and cook them the way you would normally do. It has always worked for me. What brought on this blog topic? Well, I have a big ole pot of beans cooking as I type. It is cool and damp outside, cloudy and just plain boring. So I thought it was a great day for beans. I had some good ham pieces waiting to be used, a sweet onion in the fridge, cornbread meal up in the cubbord and a bag of Great Northern beans. A plate of sweet honey cornbread slathered with real butter and a bowl of beans sounded real good ... that is after they are DEFARTED !!! |
| It seems that my dear hubby wants to bring our private affairs to light and let all of Blogville see what really goes on behind closed doors !!! If you are not sure what is happening, I would suggest that you go read "Invalid Entry"  just so you will understand where I am coming from.You see, my dear hubby (which I will call KingBrat) loves a cold bedroom. All summer long he keeps the airconditioner turned down to 68 (that's as low as it will go). He then piles on the blankets all the while telling me how he LOVES to sleep in a 'cold' bedroom and snuggle down within the bowels of warmth generated by said blankets. That's all fine and dandy. I just throw my half of the blankets over to his side of the bed and sleep with a sheet covering me. Even then, I sometimes wake up in a sweat and kick the sheet off for a while. Now that the cooler weather has arrived (this cool weather that they seem to think is WINTER down here in SE Texas), we have finally been able to shut off the A/C. I know that KingBrat gets cold easy and starts to whine and snot about his goosebumps shivering. So being the loving wife that I am  , I turn on the heat in the morning to take the slight chill out of the house, then we leave the thermonstat set at 73.That's plenty warm for the day, especially if you put on some clothes. (You see, KingBrat has this bad habit of running around almost nekked, and then whines about it being 'cold'.) At night, we surely don't need to sleep in such a warm environment, so I turn the heat down to about 65. I mean, back in Michigan, it would be below zero outside and we would be out skating and playing. We only kept our furnace set to 65 all winter long. It's a nice comfortable temperature (if you have clothes on, that is). In fact, in the Spring, when it would the daytime temps would get up to 60, we would be outside playing in our shorts. I hate sleeping in a hot bedroom and I have to have air moving around me. I can't stand sleeping in a bedroom where there is no air movement. It just feels so stuffy. My mouth dries out and my tongue gets stuck to the roof of my mouth and I can't hardly make enough saliva to release it. My nose feels like someone glued chucks of dirt inside of it, and they have turned into pieces of adobe bricks. So again, being the loving wife that I am , I bought an electric blanket for KingBrat to help him maintain his area of comfort whilst he sleep.If you were to discect our bed, you would find first our sheets, then the electric blanket, one heavy duty blanket, one heavy duty comforter and one heavy duty quilt that my mother made. Together, they are so dang heavy, that I can't hardly pull them all up when they start to slip off the bed. Now that should be plenty of blankets, plenty of warmth to get the average person through a good nights sleep.............. NO........NOT FOR MR KINGBRAT !!! Not only does he have to have all these blankets piled on him (oh... with the electric blanket kicked up on HOT), but he has to have the dang heat set at 80 and no air moving at all. The man lives to suffocate !!!! There is nothing like walking into a cool bedroom and crawling in between a few blankets and snuggling down for a good nights sleep. If it is a super cold night, I might have the electric blanket set on 'low'... then usually end up turning it off in the middle of the night. Gawd, I mean, I wish KingBrat would just make up his mind. In the summer, he loves a 'COLD' bedroom... and in the winter he loves a 'HOT' bedroom. Why not just have a 'MEDIUM' mind set and live with it? That would be way to simple... wouldn't it? What he doesn't know is that I have pulled the breaker on the heater and hidden it. I have rewired the ceiling fan so he can't switch it off and if he doesn't leave that dang electric blanket set to 'LOW'... I will pull it's plug for good also !!!! He has threatened to make it a two dog night and have the dogs climb in bed to add body heat... but then I threatened to move HIM and the DOGS into the spare bedroom !!! Winter.... if only he knew what winter really was like. I often wonder what would have happened if he had moved to Michigan instead of me moving to Texas. What would he have done when he went to start his car and he can't find it for the snow drifts... When you go out in -12 degree temps to scrape ice... You slip and slide to work... your breath freezes on the face mask you have on making little icecicles all around your nose. I know what he would have done... he would have climbed into his bed with two dozen blankets, heat turned up to 80 and hibernated until summer was here !!!! It's a good thing I love KingBrats !!!!  |
| I read partyof5dj's blog about insomnia. Like Party, I don't think I have had a good nights sleep in a long while. I fall asleep quickly, but then wake up every 40 minutes or so after that. If I am lucky, I may sleep a whole hour before I wake. Once awakened, I lay there and toss and turn, watching the clock ticking the time away until I finally slip into unconsciousness again for another 40 minutes or so. But the funny thing is.... let the sun come up and brighten my bedroom and I can curl up and sleep like a baby. I can open the blinds and let the sun's rays fall upon the bed and I have no problem falling asleep and staying asleep for hours upon hours at a time. It is a restful sleep and I awaken refreshed. I have always been like this. I told David that my genetics must have evolved from a noctornal tribe that roamed the country by the light of the moon, guided by the stars. Even as a teenager, I had trouble sleeping at night and would stay up in my bedroom til all hours reading or drawing. I bet I climb out of bed at least 7 or 8 times during the night. I wander around the house and sometimes play a game on the computer until I feel that, just maybe, I may be able to go back to bed and actually fall asleep. Sometimes I just lay there and remain in bed, relax and let my mind rest so as not to disturb David, as he is the one who has to get up and go to work early. I curl up next to David, taking comfort in his nearness, feeling protected... but still sleep won't come. I get antsy and the only way to quiet this anxiety is to get up. It only takes about 10 minutes, then I can crawl back into bed, curl up and finally sleep... for a bit. But come morning, when the sun brightens the day and invades my bedroom with a softness, I can sink my head into my pillow and finally find good sleep. I loved working the night shift. Back in Michigan I was Shift Leader for the Midnight Custodial crew at the local highschool for a few years.. I loved it. It never bothered me at all to be up all night. I never got tired, never had a loss of energy. My coworkers would mope around always needing prodding as I bounced off the walls. Then I would come home, get my son off to school and sleep sound as a rock for a solid 6 or 7 hours. Then I was up when he come home. I have found out that I can sleep better if I leave the TV on. The light that is cast upon me from the screen along with the droning voices seems to cradle me and allows me to sleep pretty much uninterrupted. The only problem is that David cannot sleep with the TV on. The every changing light flashing around the darkened room keeps him awake. But since I can go back to sleep after he leaves for work at 6am, I just toss and turn my way through the night and then go back to bed for my restful sleep after he walks out the door.  It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbor's as are their daytime hopes and aspirations. F. Scott Fitzgerald. |
| I have witnessed many things in my life here on this Earth. The Northern Lights, violent storms, a foal as he first finds his legs and seeks out his mothers warm milk, frozen lakes and snow covered hills, life being born, and death taking life away. On two seperate occasions I have seen people hit by trains. The first time was when I was 16 yrs old and riding my horse down the road. There was a trestle that crossed a small body of water and people would sit on this bridge and fish. As I approached the tracks, riding leisurely along on my horse, I heard the train. I stopped about 50 ft away and waited, as I didn't want my horse to spook. There must have been about 10 people spread out along the bridge fishing, and when they heard the train whistle, they all grabbed their gear and took off running to clear the track before the train got to them. They all made it.... but then I saw one guy turn around.... he had left his tackle box sitting in the middle of the trestle. "No!" I screamed as he ran back to get his box. The next thing I saw was the train barreling down the track. The man had made it to his tackle box and picked it up and turned around to run back to the bank. When he turned around, all he saw was the trains engine bearing down right on top of him. He froze. He couldn't move from fear. I can still remember to this day, the squeal of the brakes, the sparks, the whistle blaring...... and the look of fear on that man's face. And then the man's body flew through the air and landed in the water about 100 feet away from the trestle. Several people jumped into the water and dragged his body out.... of course, there was nothing to be done. He was dead. Why he didn't jump into the water, or why he decided to run back onto the bridge to get his dang tackle box in the first place, no one will ever know. It took the train about half a mile to stop. By the time the engineer made it back to the scene, the first police car had arrived and we could hear more sirens on their way. I quietly sat on my horse and just watched. Finally, they cleared the area, and the train continued on to its destination and the people dispersed and I rode on down the road. But one man lost his life, and I wondered of his family as I rode. I was in my mid 20's when I saw the second man hit by a train in Santa Cruz, California. Down by the boardwalk, the train track runs down the middle of the road. The train would creap along about 10/15 miles per hour, with its horn blowing all along the way. I was walking down the sidewalk, getting ready to head to the beach to enjoy an afternoon of 'fun in the sun' when I heard the train coming. I turned around to look, and I saw a young man about 20 years old standing in the road watching the train coming towards him. I stopped to see what he was going to do. The train was pulling a couple dozen empty boxcars with the doors wide open. As the train passed, the young man ran towards the closest boxcar and made a grab for the ladder. I guess he was going to hitch a ride. Well, he made the grab with his hands, but when he went to make the jump with his feet, they missed and he lost his grip. He fell right under the train!! Needless to say, there were body parts spread for about a quarter of a mile down the road. The engineer of the train, not knowing what had happened, continued on his way. I stood there and watched as the police were summons. Once on the scene, they walked up and down the tracks covering body parts with pieces of yellow plastic. Right in front of me was a shoe, with a partial leg still in it. I finally made my way to the beach and lay in the sun... and thought of the young mans family. I saw a young boy drown, and was amongst the people in the water searching for him. After 11 minutes, we found him.... lifeless, blue, limp. We heard no heart beat nor breath sounds. I had taken several Red Cross classes in CPR and we started in on him as soon as we got him to the surface. One of us would do compressions while the other did breaths. We worked like this until the paramadics arrived to take over. From there they transfered him to a helicopter that transported him to Childrens Hospital. Amazingly, three days later, the young six year old boy walked out of the hospital with no signs of brain damage !!! Amazing !!! You never know what life will throw at you. Whether it be a beautiful sunset, an innocent smile from a child, a death in the family, a minor accident, a surprise call from a long lost friend or your lovers eyes looking into yours with unbelievable tenderness. From one minute to the next, it is a pilgrimage. Every morning when I awake, I think of what the day has in store for me. I wonder of what sights, of what drama, of what phenomenon awaits me today. I see life as an adventure. Some of it is exciting, some of it is stressful, but it paints the day and creates the past. I could fixate on all the bad things that are thrown my way, but why? I handle the tormoil and seek out the good, and when I close my eyes at night and let sleep overcome me, I can smile as I have added another day to my life's history. |
| There was a movie on last night, a Hallmark movie called "Candles on Bay Street." It was a lighthearted movie about a single mom who returns to her hometown in northern Maine, several years after abruptly leaving – and leaving behind the man who truly loved her. She returns with her son and not only are their lives affected by this move, but the lives of the towns people are consquently all affected also. It is a heartwarming story of caring, love and friendship with a sad, but happy ending. A typical Hallmark movie. My kind of movie !!! I was watching this out in the living room, as David had gone to the bedroom to watch some of his shoot-em up, blood and guts, swords and swashbuckling TV moments. About 1/2 hour into the movie, my dear hubby comes peeking into the living room and sweetly ask me if I am coming to bed. He hates to lay in bed by himself and watch tv!!! I said no problem, I would be right in. I turned off lights, secured the doors and made my way into the bedroom. After I snuggled up to David, I 'lovingly' told him that he had better turn it on channel 11 so I could watch the rest of MY movie. "Oh No... not on your life are we watching some soppy Hallmark movie," he replied. A few minutes later, I was totally engrossed in MY movie, with David laying there moaning and groaning in pain! HA.....  "FINE," he said as he took off his glasses and fixed his pillows. "I will just go to sleep, while YOU watch some SOPPY girly movie!" "OK !" I happy retorted with a smirky smile on my face. Oh, if it had been that easy!! Although David said that this was a soppy, boring, dull and uninteresting movie; he couldn't help but lay there and comment throughout the whole thing. "Oh no, I can see where this movie is going." He growled. "I bet the old farmer gets the kid in the end." He stated. "Why do you watch these stupid movies." He complained. "Now listen up!" I told him as I whirled around in bed to face him directly.  "If you don't like this dang movie, then just roll over and go to sleep." I smarted back to him. "Why do you insist on laying there listening to it and making all these incorrigible remarks when you don't even like it?" "Are you just trying to get my pot stirred, so you can have fun watching the ripples reverberate back to you? From now on, I am not even acknowledging any of your remarks, so just forget it." David laid there growling and mumbling under his breath and I chuckled. Gawd, men can be so dang purpulated sometimes. (sorry I just made that word up!) Sure enough, a few more remarks sprewed from his open mouth, but I just lay there ignoring the whole charade. He sputtered, he whined, but in the end... HE SHUT UP!! And I was able to watch the rest of the movie in blissful peace !!! I did notice that he never did turn over and go to sleep. Even though he complained and growled, he ended up watching the movie through to the end. Of course, he reminded me again of how soppy the movie was, but that was ok...I was smiling. I knew he would never admit that he actually thought the movie was good... |
| Wow, it's been a while !! When I signed in under my name, the dust was thick and the cobwebs were everywhere !! ~cough~cough~ It's going to take a while for this dust to settle, but just have patience, the air will clear soon and then we can see where we are going. I know I have some coffee brewing somewhere and there are holiday cookies baking.... so sit back and enjoy. Not much going on today. Our Thanksgiving was quiet and peaceful, and I really enjoy it that way sometimes. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's nice to have family over, but it's also nice to just celebrate it with the man you love. David had Thursday off, which was a miracle in itself. I cooked a turkey breast and all the good stuff that goes along with it. Of course, we ate until we couldn't eat any more, then managed to get a few pieces of dessert taken care of. We both moaned and groaned our way to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Indigestion overtook us as we fell into a fitful afternoon nap. After an hour or so, David woke. I felt him getting out of bed and asked him where he was going. "I'm going for seconds," he said. I jumped out of bed and raced him to the kitchen where we both filled our plates again. Talk about self imposed punishment... oh we hurt ourselves real good with that second helping of dressing, mashed potatoes covered in turkey gravy, sweet potatoes and moist tender slices of turkey breast. Now I know why Gluttony is a sin... the body can't take it ! Why, oh why do we do such things to ourselves? But I must admit, it sure taste good at the time !!! We spread out across various pieces of furniture, unable to move. Just the though of moving caused illicited grumblings and tormenting stomach distress. We were finally able to crawl into bed around 8pm that night and I set the alarm for 3:15am. David had to be at work at 4:30 on Friday and it was going to be a long, hard day for him. I was lucky in that I was able to climb back into bed and sleep after he left. I always feel guilty doing that.... well somewhat guilty..... well, hell........ why lie.... I don't feel guilty at all.... I hit that bed and snuggled under the covers and let sleep overtake me within 15 minutes after he left the house !!! Turkey day left-overs are to die for. I waited for David to get home before I warmed up everything. I had this feeling that he would want to lay down and take a nap before eating. He was home by 1:00 and sure enough, the first thing he did was strip out of his clothes and head for the cool sheets and pillows of the bedroom. I lay down and snuggled up close to him and we both fell asleep. About 1/2 hour later I got up and put dinner on to heat up. He must of smelled the heavenly odor of food as he came stumbling into the kitchen just as I as taking everything out of the oven. When we got done eating, all we had left was a nekked turkey and dirty pots and pans. Oh it was good. It's a good thing we don't eat like this every day !!! I love the holidays. Whether it is just David and I, or whether we have family over, it's nice to celebrate a day of Thanks, a day of Giving. We have much to be Thankful for... our friends, our family, each other. I wish we had more to Give, but just know that you all have our Love and Appreciation. Hope all your Holidays are Blessed this year. Be safe, be careful and God Bless ! Today is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip. |
| It's 5am. I have been up for 45 minutes. The sky is still dark, but there is a hint of awakening in the East, the sky shows the start of a new day. It is quiet. I like that. The air is still, the house is calm, it is good. I must leave this peace to face the upcoming day. Ten hours of hustle and bustle while the sun makes it trip across the sky. Sometimes when there is a lull at work, I stand in the front hallway and watch the traffic flow. Like Salmon fighting the current in a river, cars maneuver amongst each other, darting from lane to lane, trying desperately to reach a destination. I just stand there in wonder, watching. So many people, all going to or coming from someplace. I wonder about their lives, about their love, about their problems. Have they kiss their loved ones before walking out the door, have they had words and thrown accusations across the threshold, or do they even have someone that cares? Are their thoughts pleasant as they travel their paths today? Will they return safely or never see loved ones or homes again? Life has always held a wonderment for me. I watch a plane streak across the sky and wonder of the people on it. Is someone looking down at me as I look up and watch them? I, in return, while in a plane, wonder if anyone is watching my path across this wide expanse of sky as I look down upon them? This wonderment expands twofold when I fly. As I cross this great planet of ours looking out the small window of the plane, I see farms, houses, towns and cities pass me by miles below my feet. Are children playing, laughing or scared and crying? Are women being loved or having their hearts broken. Are men feeling honorable and satisfied or angry and desperate? Are the elderly happy with the lives they have lived or despondent, depressed or lonely? I can't help it. I just wonder of people. Wonder of life. And now I have to hustle myself, since I am going to be late for work if I don't. Hope you all have a good one today, be careful and be safe in your outings. |
| I was thinking this morning (I know, thats a dangerous thing)... of how many different lives we live day by day. How we are seen by the many different people we interact with every day. I am a wife to my husband. When he talks to me, or sees me, he sees his lovely wife. The wife who loves him unconditionally, the wife who is always there for him, the wife who nurtures him and cradles him in times of need. The wife who shares his bed and lays her head on his shoulder to sleep. The wife who laughs at his silly jokes and comforts him when he is down. The wife who argues with him just for the sake of arguing (Its the yankee in me, I can't help it)!!! hehe I am a mother in my sons eyes. When he talks to me, or sees me, all he sees is his mother. The mother who raised him and nurtured him from his first day on this Earth. The mother who was always there for him when he fell, the mother who handed out spankings when needed, the mother who laughed at his silly jokes and cried with him when he lost a close friend. The mother who carted him all over tarnation to after school activities. The mother who loves him. I am an employee for the school district. When my co-workers see me, they see a fellow worker who they can consider a friend. The see a coworker who works hard, a coworker who laughs and enjoys their company. They see a coworker who they can depend on. They see a coworker who will stand up for a worthwhile cause whether it be in defense of honor (either theirs or hers) or donating time or money for a project to benefit the children. I am a daughter in my mothers eyes. When my mother looks at me, she sees her little girl, her baby. She sees 54 years of growth, all of it nourished by her love. She sees her daughter as a grown woman who has managed quite well, and has made a space in this world for herself. She sees my father in my features, in my smile. I am a friend to many and I am sure they see me in many different lights, depending on the circumstances. I have my horsy friends who see me as a trainer and rider. I have my far away friends who only know me by my words. I have my old friends from back home who still see me like I was 10 - 15 years ago when I hung out with them. I am me. I see myself from the inside out and wonder how what I see, compares to what other people see. But my son never sees me as a loving, sexy wife (gawd, he would die if he thought his mom did that stuff!!). My husband doesn't know me as a child would his mother. My friends have no idea what goes on once I leave their side. My co-workers haven't a clue what I am like at home. They don't see me with the same eyes. I feel like I live these many different lives, every day. But I am only me. Me, myself and I. I may put on many faces throughout the day, but it is only me. It just amazes me how different people form their perceptions of others from their interactions with them. Wife, lover, mother, daughter, friend, horse person, dog person, coworker.......who am I... Me, myself and I. That's who I am! |
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