That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken
As I by yours, oumusthave passed a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me then, tende
Am I the only one who thinks all the media and news coverage of what the President of Harvard said about men having a better aptitude for science and math then women is simply stating a fact. Since when has freedom of speech disappeared? What did he say that was newsworthy? What point have I missed? It is a fact that men graviatate towards science and math. So what is the big deal that the man is getting crucified over? Is there some small minority of militant feminists just lusting over a cau
I woke up at 4 a.m. this morning, courtesy of Petey the Pom. As soon as I woke up, the mind kicked into overdrive. The thoughts weren't good, positive, peaceful ones, nah, just the opposite.
Yesterday, was a good peaceful happy day. So my question I am trying to solve is this. Is happiness only a state of mind? Is happiness so fragile, that it books off at the first sign of a negative thought? Is it so tentative, that it is a constant focus to keep it in place? I don't seem to ever remember
Well Glenda called me. I mentioned her before. She is someone local who stroked and my co- workers asked me to talk to her. She needs support. Well she does, but I don't think I'm qualified to help her. She talked more about her dirty rat bas**** X husband, then stroke. Hey that's fine, but I don't know this woman and we are on thin ice with that topic. Yeah, I may shortly have an X of my own to talk about, but I don't want to become someones ear for all general problems. She isn't on anti-depre
"Going Postal" is a new modern catchphrase that brings different images to mind that are as varied as the people thinking of what that phrase really means. Do you picture some snot nosed youth with pimply skin and greasy hair coming to work with a gun and blowing everyone away because he's *beep* at a co worker and if you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, you could be lucky enough to be sprayed with bullets too? No? That is Columbine High school, not the post office. The post office just
Fufillment. This word has been bouncing around my head, weaving itself in and out of my thoughts today. My thoughts are not of the upbeat positive quality. I think I should stay away from reading philosphy and bits of quantum mechanics and quantum physics before 8 in the morning. It is too heavy and overtaxed the damaged brain I have. That is the only excuse I can find for a sad dark mood today.
I'm impatient today too. I can't use any of my tricks to ignore and not think about the demise of
I just answered Asha's blog and I was wondering what the appeal is to forbidden fruit? Of course in Asha's blog I was discussing Victoria's secret products. But I am bored so my thoughts continued down the path to include all forbidden fruit. I am trying to understand the appeal. Maybe I need to stop living a fantasy life in my head and get out there and be with someone who is forbidden or off limits for some reason. If I did that, I am still off limits as I'm not divorced yet, but seperated.
I needed something to blog about today, as it is a rainy dreary day and I'm somewhat bored, I thought of what I'd like in the almost perfect guy. Yup, I used the word almost, sort of a disclaimer that I know a perfect person doesn't exist, outside of how I perceive myself! ?Ha! So a girl can dream about the fantasy guy, can't she? This entry may be a super toned down version of sex in the city. I doubt it, cause I don't frequent diners with my girlfriends and stress over being single. Instead
Lately I've been fall cleaning my life. I started decorating for fall at the beginning of August. I love fall, one of my favorite seasons. Mainly cause football starts. I'm happy to say this year, I've actually watched a few pre season games already. I like the change in the weather from fall's arrival, the chill in the air in the mornings, ummm makes that first cup of coffee and smoke so delightful.
But I bought 4 books of Philosphy before summer started and planned to read heavy heady stuff,
The last three mornings I have been rudely woken up by a deafening racket. I don't know about other survivors, but my hearing is more acute as is my sense of smell is acute.
So I am snuggled in my bed, it is still dark, the dog or the cat hasn't decided to tag team me, because they have a need for food or a trip outside. I am retired, I can sleep as long as I'd like. The phone hasn't rung with one of my kids calling or a friend. Instead I have been woken up by a very loud piercing..... so
Isn't it amazing what the wonders of a good solid nights sleep do for one? The best thing about a bad day or week in my case, is that there is always another day to give it another shot. The brand new day holds out all the possabilities of what is to come or what CAN happen. The Doom and gloom evaporates at some point during the night.
My problem is I get mired in the muck of what isn't right in my life, what I need to change, ect... I take myself too seriously. I think too much. So today I w
Well here it is Wednesday night and I'm tired and should really be in bed instead of writing in this blog only what will probably become one long droning whine.
It has been hot and humid all day, I walked the post office hill and my muscles were screaming in protest, I was drenched in sweat when I got home, but the fact that I did it on such a humid day... me, who has never thought highly of physical fitness. But I think to myself I have to nurture enthusiasm in me again for living life. I hav
It is the 28th of November today. This morning I've been thinking of tides and change. Lately the only constant in my life seems to be change. I know, change is good, positive, growth encouraging, blah blah. I don't want to hear the platitudes, I'm bored by them all.
Back to change. I'm going to move. I'm giving up this apartment, it is too expensive. I'm going to move where I can get mass transportation. where I can afford to live, some place warm. New York state is to damn expensive.
Ok, e
OK, Vix started me on these thoughts of yearning. She shared about new shoes and not having to wear sneakers any longer. I could relate big time.
I want to get dressed up in dressy clothes again, pants that have a zipper and some sort of button or hook. I want to wear heels. I want to hear myself walking tap tap tap on a wood floor. I want the few inches heels temporarily give me.
Yes, I guess I am missing the part of my life that dressing up makes me feel good about myself. The feeling o
I don't watch much tv, but for some weeks now, I make sure I am plopped in front of my tv on Tuesdays at 9 and Wednesdays at 8. On A&E is a show called Dog The Bounty Hunter. I am a new fan. I find the show hysterically funny. For a couple hours a week, I get to peek into the world of bounty hunters. While interesting, the appeal for me is the excitement, the danger. Yeah I know I need a life. Working on that..... So for those of you reading my blog, if you have never watched Dog, I strongly
I don't know if it is just me, but this site doesn't have many secrets that can be kept quiet or someone not figuring it out.... Like come on, I'm not completely stupid and a name change does not change a personality or how they write. Duh! How clever does one think they are?
The meladrama that happens around here, could win an oscar sometimes. Some are just so phony with claims of friendship, undying admiration and supportive ego stroking. Give me a friggin break, get a life and if you have
Well Gary, the little snake never made it up your way. He was back this morning, called my dad, he arrived with the shovel and he took care of my nasty little buddy. My dad couldn't believe how nasty and aggressive he was and he said it was a garden snake, but he has to be a hybrid. So ends the tale of my snake buddy. We gave him a nice burial in the part of the garden he liked to hang out in. I hope there isn't a Mrs. or a grieving girlfriend......
As for yahoo personals, Jean, I've stopp
I read Jean's blog and her first blog entry so I'm being unoriginal and was wandering around my blog for hours today(19 pages!) I found my first blog entry and a year and a half ago when I wrote it, I didn't think I'd keep blogging. But I have and I brought this blog out of the mold and shadows because for the most part I feel the same way. I never did get to design and renovate the barn, well there is a very good reason I didn't.
Enjoy the resurrected past.......
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I went shopping yesterday. I bought the curtains for the bay window alcove. I got a tension rod( that is for a bathroom) not sure of the measurements....... yeah yerah, I know, the price of curtains I should have measurements first... but I'm winging it. What I bought were two white crispy looking sheer panels, then I bought a white sheer window scarf to drape along the top. I thought that would be a good summer look and I'll have to add some colored panels come fall. I think in the past I've w
Let me introduce myself. I'm Cruella DeVille, HostPam's evil twin. I find she hogs the body all the time and when I get my turn, it is only for a short time and I've got to make the best of the time alloted to me.
She is considering letting me loose more often. Which suits me just fine, I think Pam doesn't realize the value to playing it up as a stroke survivor, she needs to play to the crowd that tells her"You look great, why aren't you back to work yet"? I can't wait to gleefully tell th
This morning I am pondering if being creative is a natural born talent or is it something that I've seen or read and regurgitated into my own style? Pre stroke I was highly creative.
Nothing was safe from my eye looking at it and seeing it as a vessel for an arrangement or a use to make my home more welcoming. I even did it with people's clothes. I'd see someone wearing a floral skirt, blouse or dress and I'd finger the material rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger and declare, "This wou
Where does creativity come from? Is it a talent one is born with? Is it a learned talent from tv, books, magazines, osmosis?
Pre stroke I was very creative, I could do wonders with some fabric, sheets and terra cotta pots and some paint. My head was always full of ideas, I could go to a yard, sale see something and think of an alternative use for the item. I was interested in crafting back then too. My walls were full of sponge painting and stencilling. No piece of furniture was safe from
Many of you know what my story lately is, After 19 years of marriage and a stroke I am getting divorced, I'm presently living on my own, loving it and basically making the most of every day that I am able to. My life is full and rich in friends. In many respects I truely think my life is more enriched and rewarding since I stroked. I have this site and a special guy in my life whom I could never get rid of. Anyway yesterday, much was put into perspective for me. I'd like to share it here.
My
This morning I have an internal struggle going on, it is a struggle between yes and no, aren't they always about yes and no? I am trying to merge my personal beliefs with how I feel regarding Terry Schaivo. I'm not having very much sucess with it. First of all I have said to let her die. But that goes against every bloody thing I've said to survivors and cg on this site. I've said time and time again to never give up hope. I've said No one knows what will come back. I meant those words too every
