Sometimes I miss that naive girl! The one who believed, at face value. She was not yet hardened by life, trust was blindly given. There was a hopefulness about her, beaming sunshine and roses from her pores. So innocent to the wiles of the world. Love one another. Peace and Harmony. Let's just all get along!
Pollyanna. Puke!
Life has totally changed that for our girl, P. People have changed that. The harsh reality set in that the world isn't all that wonderful a place, not when it's full of people who lie, cheat, steal, stab you in the back, while looking you in the eye claiming friendship. And you know it's really hard to do, stab someone in the back and look you in the eye!! But it happens!
Harsh lessons were learned along the way about Christians. Raised a good Catholic girl, our girl P now avoids church, but maintains a relationship with God. The hypocrisy of the church and it's people, behaving in all sorts on unchristian-like behaviors during the week, but feeling absolved for putting in their 2 hours on Sunday, was too much for P to understand. Who are we to judge others, stone them, and then claim to be Christ-like? Is forgiveness conditional, based on whether it is self serving or not? Is there no understanding? Unconditional love.
P's blind trust was dissolved. She clearly learned that people were not to be trusted. Her high hopes and expectations plummeted. The world was self-serving place, and Pollyanna is one in a hundred million. Well, she was, but, not anymore. Beaten down, slapped in the face, used, hurt, illusions shattered, Pollyanna is now asking herself the question:
If you can beat them, join them?
Will our Pollyanna hold on to any of her 'purity', or will she allow the poison to take hold?
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Getting Old Sucks--Wattle Wattle
I had just finished a nice, relaxing bubble bath--went on a few more adventures with Perseus Jackson. I'm up to the Titan Lord. I love this series, btw. Just another way I'm trying to hang onto to my youth.....
In front of the mirror I sat at my dressing table, lovingly smoothing the Olay on my face, "Wrinkles begone," I silently chanted to myself, "wrinkles begone." Upward and around, in a circular motion--per instructions-I massaged the liquid gold into my face.
I leaned in for a closer look--seems age is effecting my eyes as well--when I noticed the most peculiar concern. Even though I had just gotten out of the bath, thinking I had washed myself rather well, I noticed a faint darkish area on my neck, just beneath my chin, about 2-3 inches across
Huh!
I lift the chin in an attempt to rub away the 'dirt', but, it kinda goes away. Lower the chin.....there is is again.
I lower my chin, giving a straight-forward look into the mirror. To my horror....I had..... a wattle...... in progress. A WATTLE!!! And I am not a turkey!!
What the......??? C'mon, I'm only just now accepting those fine lines around my eyes, and then hit with the whole knee thing just not too long ago. Really. What the.......???
Honestly, I'll admit I've notice this 'wattle' in recent pictures of myself, but thus far convinced myself it was a trick of the light, or just a bad angle. <sigh> No denying it now that I've looked real close at it! Baby Wattle.
Immediately I start doing those chin/neck exercises...flex those muscles, tone that turkey neck sister! Hey, I can do those and kegels at the same time. Cool! ;-)
Maybe I've been neglecting my neck? Maybe it hasn't gotten it's face share of Olay? From then..and now...and ever more into the future, I will slather, frantically, my Night of Olay Firming Cream, a Christmas gift from my best friend. I can only imagine what I would like if I didn't have my facial nectar. Talk about some horror!! Because I have and do notice results with Olay. It does improve the look of skin. <There's my shameless product plug!>
Between those chin exercises and more Olay, maybe I can stave off that waddle for a couple more years?? Please!!! I just don't want an old wattle hanging from my neck. At least not yet! Is that too much to ask? I really need more time!
Lemme' just say it again? At least one hundred thousand more times? Getting Old Sucks!!
In front of the mirror I sat at my dressing table, lovingly smoothing the Olay on my face, "Wrinkles begone," I silently chanted to myself, "wrinkles begone." Upward and around, in a circular motion--per instructions-I massaged the liquid gold into my face.
I leaned in for a closer look--seems age is effecting my eyes as well--when I noticed the most peculiar concern. Even though I had just gotten out of the bath, thinking I had washed myself rather well, I noticed a faint darkish area on my neck, just beneath my chin, about 2-3 inches across
Huh!
I lift the chin in an attempt to rub away the 'dirt', but, it kinda goes away. Lower the chin.....there is is again.
I lower my chin, giving a straight-forward look into the mirror. To my horror....I had..... a wattle...... in progress. A WATTLE!!! And I am not a turkey!!
What the......??? C'mon, I'm only just now accepting those fine lines around my eyes, and then hit with the whole knee thing just not too long ago. Really. What the.......???
Honestly, I'll admit I've notice this 'wattle' in recent pictures of myself, but thus far convinced myself it was a trick of the light, or just a bad angle. <sigh> No denying it now that I've looked real close at it! Baby Wattle.
Immediately I start doing those chin/neck exercises...flex those muscles, tone that turkey neck sister! Hey, I can do those and kegels at the same time. Cool! ;-)
Maybe I've been neglecting my neck? Maybe it hasn't gotten it's face share of Olay? From then..and now...and ever more into the future, I will slather, frantically, my Night of Olay Firming Cream, a Christmas gift from my best friend. I can only imagine what I would like if I didn't have my facial nectar. Talk about some horror!! Because I have and do notice results with Olay. It does improve the look of skin. <There's my shameless product plug!>
Between those chin exercises and more Olay, maybe I can stave off that waddle for a couple more years?? Please!!! I just don't want an old wattle hanging from my neck. At least not yet! Is that too much to ask? I really need more time!
Lemme' just say it again? At least one hundred thousand more times? Getting Old Sucks!!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Sanctuary for the Left Behind
I tell on myself quite a bit, especially if it's good for a laugh. I like laughter and like to make people laugh! So I'm going to tell on myself here. But let's keep a little tongue in cheek....
Here Goes....I hope you laugh....
I think Barack Obama is the Anti-Christ. Call me what you will, but I've read the "Left Behind" series, and I find our current president to resemble the anti-Christ in oh so many ways. I know, I know, the "Left Behind" series is fiction, based on the prophecy of Revelations. I'm a logical person, I understand fiction. I'm not totally insane. Ok? But still, reading that series, reading Revelation and witnessing what is currently going on in our world....it really makes you wonder!!!
Months ago, as I was driving to my dear friends house, I noticed a sign in one her of neighbor's yard.
It read: SANCTUARY FOR THE LEFT BEHIND.
My heart leapt a little. I thought....I have a place to go if the Rapture really does occur. 'Cuz I sure know I'm not going to be taken. I'm not that good!! I'm going to be a God Warrior, left behind to fight the fight, pay my dues. But now....I have a safe haven--The Sanctuary for the Left Behind--the place to meet up with other God Warriors. Rally!! I felt oddly comforted.
I passed the sign many times--Sanctuary for the Left Behind--and always felt that odd comfort! The safe place....my sanctuary!! Finally, one day, I mentioned to my dear friend that it was kinda nice for her to have the Sanctuary so close. She was puzzled. The Sanctuary? I told her about the sign in the neighbors yard, surely she had seen it--Sanctuary for the Left Behind.
She laughed and laughed, and then laughed some more, almost to my offense, until she was finally able to tell me-- the place was actually a shelter for dogs of GI's who were sent overseas--for dogs who were left behind. Ohhhhh........uh.........DUH!!!!! I felt like an idiot!
Naturally I share this story with my mother. I want to remind her of what an intelligent woman she's raised! ;-) We have a good laugh. I then lament about how.....now...... I no longer have my rapturous haven. Where would I go now? My mother, with her infinite wisdom, always able to cheer my soul, assured me I could still go to the Sanctuary for the Left Behind.......because I was.....after all......... a bitch.
I love my Mom!!
Here Goes....I hope you laugh....
I think Barack Obama is the Anti-Christ. Call me what you will, but I've read the "Left Behind" series, and I find our current president to resemble the anti-Christ in oh so many ways. I know, I know, the "Left Behind" series is fiction, based on the prophecy of Revelations. I'm a logical person, I understand fiction. I'm not totally insane. Ok? But still, reading that series, reading Revelation and witnessing what is currently going on in our world....it really makes you wonder!!!
Months ago, as I was driving to my dear friends house, I noticed a sign in one her of neighbor's yard.
It read: SANCTUARY FOR THE LEFT BEHIND.
My heart leapt a little. I thought....I have a place to go if the Rapture really does occur. 'Cuz I sure know I'm not going to be taken. I'm not that good!! I'm going to be a God Warrior, left behind to fight the fight, pay my dues. But now....I have a safe haven--The Sanctuary for the Left Behind--the place to meet up with other God Warriors. Rally!! I felt oddly comforted.
I passed the sign many times--Sanctuary for the Left Behind--and always felt that odd comfort! The safe place....my sanctuary!! Finally, one day, I mentioned to my dear friend that it was kinda nice for her to have the Sanctuary so close. She was puzzled. The Sanctuary? I told her about the sign in the neighbors yard, surely she had seen it--Sanctuary for the Left Behind.
She laughed and laughed, and then laughed some more, almost to my offense, until she was finally able to tell me-- the place was actually a shelter for dogs of GI's who were sent overseas--for dogs who were left behind. Ohhhhh........uh.........DUH!!!!! I felt like an idiot!
Naturally I share this story with my mother. I want to remind her of what an intelligent woman she's raised! ;-) We have a good laugh. I then lament about how.....now...... I no longer have my rapturous haven. Where would I go now? My mother, with her infinite wisdom, always able to cheer my soul, assured me I could still go to the Sanctuary for the Left Behind.......because I was.....after all......... a bitch.
I love my Mom!!
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