MarysLaryVibes

I had my last 6 teeth pulled on Wednesday. Haven't been feeling too great and my husband's birthday was coming up so I've been getting things together for that. I've made myself go square dancing and to my classes even though I didn't feel like it. So whatever excuse I may come up with, I neglected this for a week.  Bad teeth are a bad thing. I thought I was doing myself a favor by waiting until I just couldn't handle the pain but that wasn't a good idea. I actually didn't wait until the pain was unbearable; I went in when it was really uncomfortable. By then the teeth were so bad that 4 broke off and had to be DUG out. They gave me an immediate denture but that doesn't fit real well with the swelling and is causing sores. Fortunately, the good dentist gave me pain meds.  I share this because cancer treatment can cause havoc in your mouth. Many of you may be doing the same thing as me. Waiting. Do yourself a favor, don't wait.  It is worth noting...

  A few issues I had as a kid and still have as an adult (I point these out because these were listed as what used to be guidelines for determining if a person was on the autism spectrum. I was never diagnosed as such but I've looked at a FB group and can relate to a lot of that) 1. difficulty making eye contact;  2. awkward in social situations; 3. difficulty making friends or maintaining friends.  I'm constantly looking at the floor. That becomes a problem square dancing because I loose track of where I am in the "square". Walking down the hall at work or church, my eyes are often times on the floor and if I meet someone coming the other direction I acknowledge them but I might not look them in the eye. I usually look away quickly. My kids tell me I don't have a filter. I don't even realize sometimes that something is inappropriate until it comes out of my mouth; now and then someone has to point it out to me. And maintaining friends....ugh. I try to show lo...

Another one from my grandma's collection: A Little Mixed Up Just a line to say I'm living  That I'm not among the dead. Though I'm getting more forgetful, And more mixed up in my head. For sometimes I can't remember, When I stand at foot of stair, If I must go up for something Or I've just come down from there. And before the frig', so often, My poor mind is filled with doubt, Have I just put food away, or Have I come to take some out. And there's times when it's dark out, With my night cap on my head I don't know if I'm retiring Or just getting out of bed. So if it's my turn to write you, There's no need to getting sore, I may think that I have written And don't want to be a bore. So, remember - I do love oyu, And I wish that you were here; But now, it's nearly mail time, So I must say, "Goodbye, dear." There I stood beside the mailbox, With a face so very red, in place of mailing you my letter, I had opened it inst...

As I sit to write this, it occurred to me that 50 years ago today, October 4, 1974, I wed my husband for the first time. Had we stayed married we'd be celebrating a big one. As it stands, though, we were divorced for 7 years. We have a new anniversary of September 8, 2007. 09-08-07. I'm terrible at remembering dates and I wanted one that I could remember easily. So 9-8-7 it is. My husband wanted to celebrate 40 years a few years back that would have been the first 25 years plus the additional 15 years we had at the time. That seemed like cheating to me. You can't celebrate 40 if it isn't actually 40 straight years.  I wasn't keen about going back to hubby number one but God told me that's what I should do. My response to God was, "please, God, send me to Africa. Send me to Alaska. Just don't make me marry him again." God said "Trust". And my response to that was "Um, you want me to trust him!? It didn't go so well the first time....

I'm a black and white kinda girl. If I think you're wrong I have trouble letting that go. I don't TRY to argue, but it often comes across that way. I just want to make sure you understand what I'm trying to say. I guess (so my thinking goes) if you really understood what I'm trying to say you would have to agree with me because you'd understand that I'm right. So I keep trying to convince you of my way of thinking. Hahaha! LOL! Whatever laugh you want to put in here.  That kind of thinking didn't go well as a kid.  That kind of thinking doesn't go well as a wife. [Insert whatever laugh you want in here also.] But frankly I was (almost) always right. Isn't that what we all think. (?) The Bible is always right. It's very black and white.  The Bible is Truth.   When in doubt go there. That can be tricky. "Wives submit to your husband." But HOW MUCH submitting is God talking about? I felt like a doormat at times. The Bible also says ...