A view from my little corner of the world.

Friday, May 27, 2005

I think this is appropriate to my life lately...

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered.
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and maybe a few true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you.
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight.
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, people may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough.
Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God.
It never was between you and them anyway.

Mother Theresa

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Why couldn't I have been adopted?

Just a thought. Would I have had a happer life if I'd been adopted by the Rockefellers? Well, I'd never have to worry about bills, anyway. When I was little I used to dream I'd been adopted and somehow, someday, my REAL mother would blow into town to claim me. Never happened. I'm still waiting. Mom, if you're out there, drop me an email to let me know the address of your mansion/chateau/palace. I'll be right over.

I guess it's fortunate for me that I'm finally old enough to know that money cannot buy happiness. It buys a nice cushion against poverty, but happiness? No. I know alot of people, one in particular comes to mind, that are, if not rich, at least "well off". The person I'm thinking of has at least 2 houses, drives a sporty (expensive) car, shops via EXPENSIVE catalogues, takes terrific vacations, but can be mean, nasty and downright rotten sometimes. Now I ask you, is that how a happy person acts? No? I didn't think so.

I can barely pay my bills, I don't have cable (don't miss it), no phone, no charge cards, no bank account, hell I'm almost off the map. But I'm a generally happy person. I am satisfied. I have enough to eat, a place to sleep, pets (and occasionally family) who love me. I am no longer someone's wife, and that makes me happy. I do not have to pick up after some stupid man. I do not have to wash his shorts, watch ESPN, cook his favorite foods or pretend to like his mother.

I have flowers to plant, pets who lick my hands and generally boss me around. I have my children, although, I'm pretty sure they wish they had been adopted, too. I have an elliptical machine which taunts me daily. I make it suffer. I use it for an hour, morning and night. That'll teach it, right? I have three adorable nephews who are the most handsome boys on the planet. Never mind that the youngest ralphed on my favorite sweater.

And I am fortunate enough to live in the biggest city in my state, thus giving me access to the coolest library in the country. I cannot say enough good things about the Eudora Welty library. If you're ever in town, go visit. It used to be a Sears department store. You can now check out books where I used to try on dresses in the little girls department. It's on State Street, which runs North/South through Jackson. You'll find it just off interstate I-55. When you're done stocking your mind, get in your car and drive 4 blocks South to Hal and Mals, THE best restaurant/bar in the whole damn world. Ask for everything fried on the menu and they will love you forever. I Promise.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Have you lost weight?

Maybe. Only in the south can one get themselves an Elliptical machine (instrument of torture) for only the promise of attending the giftee's church of choice. Now I have to hurry and grow my hair out and find a dress. You KNOW it's a Pentacostal church, right?

One of my clients has the pleasant habit of greeting me with "You've lost weight, haven't you?" every time I see her. I love her for it. I doubt I've lost weight, but that doesn't matter. You'll be guaranteed to put me in a pleasant mood by using those same words. Use them. Often. Try to sound sincere.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Do you believe in Karma?

I do. I absolutely do. I believe that one day I will be the person in charge of picking out the nursing home for my crabby, critical, disaffected, hateful, disloyal, faultfinding, jealous, hypocritical mother. THAT"S KARMA, BABY!!

So now I'm driving a 93 Mazda hoopty with elleventy million miles on the motor. A car that, if it cranks at all, I cannot possibly drive more than 60mph before it begins to shake. And rattle. And make noises I associate with someone having an exorcism. Minus the split-pea soup ordeal.

But at least I'm still employed. (knock wood). If I ever make enough $$ to afford a computer at home, I will fill you in on my employment woes. On another blog. One not accessible from work. I swear.
free real estate websites

Check me out!