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Rabbit Rabbit

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Hello dear friends!  It’s that day again.  You know the one – the FIRST of the month and by golly, the time has flown by!  Don’t you think so?  It’s February 1st 2018!  Wowsza!

So here’s my little reminder to make you smile!  Don’t forget to say,

Rabbit, Rabbit,

White Rabbit, White Rabbit

this morning!  If you don’t understand why you should utter those words, then please click here for the explanation!

Shine On!

xo

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Jingle All The Way To Giggle Town

Black Friday shopping isn’t my thing, but I’m getting in the mood for Christmas already.  I can’t help myself.  I find that people smile more when the holiday season arrives and people are nicer (for the most part) as I steer clear of the grinches when I can!

If you need a little break from the turkey fog, take a moment to watch the video below.  Animals singing makes me laugh!  The cleverness of the person who put this video together deserves a standing ovation from me because my face hurts from smiling and laughing.

So, here’s your Friday pick me up, sing along with the Animals of YouTube!

Shine On!

xo

 

A Giggle Before Thanksgiving

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If you’re anything like me, you’re stressed out now with the start of the holiday season.  Thanksgiving is a tough holiday to prepare for and even though this year, I’m not cooking the bird, I have a few dishes to prepare for the meal at my sister’s house.  It should be fun this year as our Mom is going to be with us too which just makes me smile.  I want to take lots of photos and videos of her with all of us.  As our parents get older, it’s important to do that you know.  Every single moment and memory is precious and sometimes it’s only after, in hindsight, that we regret we didn’t do more.  So, I’m working hard to live with no regrets!

Anyway, I was thinking about decorating for Christmas because I always began after the Thanksgiving dinner was put away.  I started slowly at first, but often, I was well on my way by Sunday.  I can’t help myself!  I LOVE CHRISTMAS!

I came across the clever video below and laughed my way through it.  What a great stress reliever and giggle maker!  If you like animals, please click below and get into the Christmas mood.  You know, it’s almost time to Deck The Halls!

Shine On!

xo

 

Duck, Duck GOOSE!

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I’m giggling today from inside my home.  I live on a country road now and as I’ve told you in an earlier post, we have corn fields across the street that the migrating geese have chosen to call home for now.  Literally hundreds of geese are covering the acres of corn fields that the farmer has recently razed.  Did you know that a bunch of geese on the ground are called a gaggle of geese?  But when they are flying, they are called a flock of geese?  There’s your new fact for the day if you didn’t already know it!

Ok, back to my story…

Today it’s drizzling and from my quiet living room, I keep hearing car horns.  Every third or fourth car that travels down the windy road pushes on his car horn in a succession of beeps and slows down.  From my window, I can’t see the reason and it’s a very unusual occurrence here to hear the cacophony of car horns.

So I finally went out to investigate.  It seems that the geese are sometimes stepping off the farmer’s property into the road or getting so close the edge that the drivers are feeling wary and in warning, are honking their car horns.

Every time a car honks, the geese honk back in greeting!  It’s got me in a fit of giggles.  I can’t help myself.  Frustrated drivers are swerving in anticipation of the possibility of hitting an unaware goose who ambles close to the road and the rest of the flock fuss at his car horn!  A few even have rushed the car, wings outstretched, necks out, honking and trying to bite the car wheels.  Not that they even get close because usually the car speeds up once it realizes that there may be a goose chase.  But it’s funny to watch!  Laughter is the best medicine!

It reminds me of that childhood game….Duck Duck —-GOOOOOOSE!

Shine On!

xo

P.S.  The photo above is not by me as I didn’t feel like getting sopping wet in the rain or having the geese who are already agitated decide to goose me too! LOL

 

Communication Troubles In Texting

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The biggest problem in communication

is the illusion that it has taken place. 

~ Writer, George Bernard Shaw

Recently, I was having a conversation via text that went wrong.  It went straight down the wrong path into anger.  I knew it was because of miscommunication, but it escalated quickly.  Sure, it was a tricky subject we were texting about, but it was obvious we were coming from completely different viewpoints.

I admit, I was shaking because I was so upset.  I calmed down and regrouped.  I then reread the previous texts trying to pinpoint where it all went awry.  Then I found it!  The other person seemed to have completely missed a key message from a 3rd person in the group!  VOILA!

So I went back and texted – J, did you see M’s text?  Then I copied and pasted M’s blurb below it.  It was as if the heavens opened up and the sun came out along with rainbows.  The storm passed almost immediately and what J was so angry about had nothing to do with anything due to M’s text.  Crisis averted.

But miscommunication within texting comes often as we can’t hear the tone of the voice of the speaker.  We can’t tell if they are joking or serious and yes, that makes all the difference.  Sometimes a simple question can be interpreted as demanding instead of inquisitive.  A request can sound like a command instead.  Silence can be met by resentment in not answering when someone gets off task and doesn’t continue the conversation but leaves a read message that needed an answer, blank.

Don’t get me started on abbreviations because sometimes I can’t figure out what people are saying.  Or when Siri or autocorrect put their two cents in?  I’ve written some doozies that I didn’t notice autocorrect changed.  Lucky for me they were to friends who know I joke that I have fat fingers when I text quickly.  I seem to always hit the wrong buttons! LOL

Has this ever happened to you?

Shine On!

xo

 

 

Swinging With Mom

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There are times in life when we question whether the truth should be revealed or if we should leave well enough alone.  Having a parent with Alzheimer’s, I hop on the porch swing with Mom daily.  Growing up in the South, her childhood home had a porch swing which we all remember fondly.  Due to her disease though, I never know where we are on the porch swing when we come together to enjoy an afternoon.  Sometimes we are in the past, sometimes we are in the present and sometimes reality gets muddied.  It changes sometimes very quickly so I am never sure where she is at any given moment.

Mom is a happy and healthy otherwise.  When she is in the moment, a great Present of Presence, we talk about the day and enjoy a chocolate milkshake because everything is happier with ice cream.  We laugh and joke and nothing makes me feel better than to hear her laugh.  I will say outrageous things to her just to see if she’s actually listening to me or if she is taking her cues from reading my expression.  I will ask her to recount  funny stories from her past, sometimes initializing stories I have heard hundreds of times before, just to hear her tell them to me again and to share a laugh.

Her sister passed away earlier this year and because they lived in the same home, it was hard on Mom.  With Alzheimer’s, they stay calm in the moment when something doesn’t trigger a memory and believe me, I try to stay in the moment with her often.  But when I went to visit the other day, chocolate milkshakes in hand as per our tradition, after a few moments, she told me how sad she was that her sister Mable had passed away.  I wrote about it here.  She told me how she missed her and how she was sad that she hadn’t attended her funeral.  I assured her that she had and that she had been with her whole family, seen her childhood home and reminisced over countless photos surrounded by her loving extended family.  She listened carefully and calmly told me she didn’t remember any of it, but that she was grateful that she had been there.

Then she began to talk about my Dad who passed away years ago.  She was angry that he hadn’t been talking with her and she didn’t know where he was.  She was embroiled in the hurt and anger that she felt because he wasn’t here with her.  I debated for quite awhile as she told her side of the story and how if he wasn’t talking with her, then she would not reach out to him (mind you, she didn’t know how to get in touch with him).  I took her hand in mine, looked into her eyes and spoke the words I dreaded saying again.

Mom, I am sorry to tell you this, but Daddy passed away.

What?  He’s dead?  Tears began to well up in her eyes and I immediately felt so badly.  We have had this conversation countless times since he passed away and it hurt me to tell her and have her hurt again.  But in my heart, I didn’t want her to feel that he had abandoned her by not being here.

Yes, Mommy.  He passed away a few years ago.

Oh, I didn’t know.  Oh my, where is he buried?  Did I go to the funeral?

As I began to answer her questions, it soothed her to know that she had indeed been there, that his funeral was greatly attended and then I threw in a few giggles that only our family could at a time like this – because I couldn’t stand seeing her so upset.  I soothed her sadness with love and light and hugged her, trying to heal her hurting heart.

I guess I”m losing my mind here.  I just don’t remember anymore.

It’s ok.  It happens to the best of us Mom.

It’s better sometimes to allow the grief to fade and to concentrate on today, on our milk shakes and our happy times.

So, I snuggled up to her, like only a daughter can, on her bed, by her side, holding her as if she were my daughter and reversed the roles.  She held on tightly in my embrace and my heart overflowed with sadness and yet, with gratitude for this one precious moment.

Moms comfort their children throughout their lives.  That’s what we do.  But sometimes, there comes a time when the roles reverse and we are our Mother’s Mother.  We comfort and soothe in the maternal way we learned through our Moms.

I wish she didn’t have this disease for it has robbed her of her memory.  But I am also truly grateful that she remains in there, loving us with all her might and knowing who we are.  Sometimes we just know that these moments are precious and are to be treasured.  Isn’t that what life’s about?  Stringing together those precious pearls of connection?  And swinging on a porch swing, sipping a chocolate milkshake and enjoying the calm in a Southern hospitality way?

Shine On!

xo

 

I Want To Be A Cowgirl

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“I want to be a cowboy, but only long enough to barge into a saloon and bellow ‘Where’s the yellow belly that stole my happy trail?’” — Jared Kintz

Today I am reblogging what my dear friend Mimi over at Waiting for the Karma Truck wrote this morning as her words resonated with me so much.  The simple truth is what struck me, as well as the divine goal of riding off into the sunset happily on my horse (because I have always wanted to properly learn how to ride!) is the truth of her words.  The above pic (which isn’t Mimi nor me) gave me the giggles so I figured I’d include it.  What’s not to giggle about when it’s Tuesday and a snowstorm’s a’coming ~ the sky is full of golds and pinks this morning ~ may your happy trail be long and lovely!

Now here’s Mimi!  Drumroll please…

I Want To Be A Cowgirl

Shine On!

xo