Amazed and Confused !?

It was time for my 50,000 mile check up, and I was 20,000 too late.So at 70,000 I wasn't sure what to expect.I enter the doctor's office.Well,nothing much has changed here since last October,maybe the magazines,maybe not.I sign in and wait to be called.

They call me back and do the standard weighing in and blood pressure.They also tell me I will be seeing another doctor today.Off the cuff, they mention it is a woman doctor, as we chat about how I've been and anything new.I'm thinking new all right, a woman doctor.

Well this doctor turned out to be very gracious,and easy to talk to.She had questions because it was the first time she had seen my chart.She was very positive and offered some advice. She was able to answer a lot of questions for me with simple easy to understand answers.I had lost weight,and my blood pressured looked good.She was pleased,I was relieved.I wasn't sure or what to think,since this check up was 20,000 miles late.We left on a positive and good note.I actually felt quite happy!

I don't understand why I tense and get wound up thinking about my doctor visits.Well maybe it's the facts of my families medical problems.I am always checked and some times put into check.I think and worry,it's just a matter of time.

I guess moderation is the key.At least that is what I've been told.In hopes of another great doctor visit,I will try to be bold.

My Token Tulip and Wild Mushroom

Gardening skills aren't my greatest forte.I was quite suprised when in the first spring at my new house,I noticed that there were tulips growing in my small front yard.I was even more suprised when about a week later they were gone,dug up by some idiot who apparently thought they needed them more than me.I was pissed and quite sad.Then low and behold this past spring a token tulip popped up at the side of my yard!A red beauty and all by itself.For some reason thought I better take a picture,which I'm glad I did, because three days later someone had picked it.

Later I decided to add mulch.I maybe really didn't want to take care of something that was just going to be randomly picked or destroyed.Again another miracle of Mother Nature,a little wild mushroom popped up in the mulch.I was fascinated.I took a picture and good thing I did because two days later it disappeared.

What is it with people having no respect for personal property or other peoples enjoyment.I'm glad I took those pictures,no one can take them away,or the memories of first seeing them.

Mellow

EMO BLUE

I am EMO BLUE.I may have been EMO BLUE before the word EMO was even created.It is a dark sad feeling that possesses your soul,sometimes for no reason,sometimes with good cause.An overwhelming feeling of metaphoric melancholia that makes you sad inside and you have trouble expressing your feelings and thus makes you even MORE blue,EMO BLUE.The effect is there,some people cry or get depressed. Some hold it inside like a dark dirty secret because they are embarrassed to admit their feelings because "people" aren't suppose to "act or feel" that way.Others use humor to mask these sad intense manifestations that dwell inside.I am one of the latter....

I learned a long time ago,you attract more with honey than with vinegar.Thus I have designed a character that will laugh,even though I may be crying inside.My two best friends are the same way and we see right through each other,and know when it's time to talk.A true unspoken virtue of our friendship,perhaps that is what makes "best friends".We have walked many paths together some using different trails,but we have a mutual respect for each others feelings and dealings with life.

Emos have a similar bond.They have this greater understanding that reflects in their music,dress and character.Sometimes it is a deep enriching feeling that not everyone understands.But it is there,everywhere,just some people ignore or wish to ignore it's existence.Sometimes they are accused of being too sensitive.But sensitivity is art.The reflection is there,to be shared,either by drawing,music,fashion or feeling.This is the essence of the kindred human soul.

Maybe we tend to analyze things too deeply,getting affected by the effect of beauty or sadness.Maybe this can be a good thing,to be able to understand and build from feeling.Sometimes it can be a torment of inner emotional toil.Taking the time for personal inspection of reflection will prosper the soul to become whole.I am EMO BLUE.

My Favorite Pot

It's true,I like my pot!
My favorite is my 2quart Wagnerware Magnalite which is one of the best investments I have ever made.I discovered this pot sitting innocently along with the others at a local resale shop about 5 years ago.Little did I know it would bring me such happiness,with it's plain but solid thick form with thick black ribbed handle.Just another pot, not unique,but I was impressed with the basic esthetics.Although it appeared a little weathered from use,a true bargain at just two dollars.

It was later at home I discovered the mystery of the pot.You can't burn anything in it!I've ruined pots in the past,or had a devil of a time trying to clean up a mess that was inadvertently created by blunder.Not this one!Caked on chili crust to stuck noodles comes off with ease!I've never owned such a miraculous pot.I heats evenly, water comes to a boil quickly.Food that would take double the time to prepare,heats in a jiffy is what makes this pot revolutionary.

Looking into the history,I discovered that this pot has been made since the 1950's through the 1980's with little change in appearance.I saw a similar used Wagnerware Magnalite retail for twenty-eight dollars at an online resale shoppe.I hope to acquire a whole set.If company is coming for dinner,I just don't sit there ,I get out the pot!

The Other Mother In My Life

The other mother in my life is my dog,Sybil.She was blessed with seven puppies,six girls and one boy,January 25,2007.Born all healthy and vibrant,it's truely a miracle,birth.The creation of life is amazing,and I am glad I was there to experience it.

It was the wee hours of the morning and Sybil started pacing and wandering.She looked at me as if wondering if I knew what was happening to her.I knew, I had never experienced an animal giving birth,but I knew this was the time.I tried to calm her and pet her and let her know things were going to be all right.She looked at me with her trusting blue eyes and I could almost feel that she could understand me.

Through out the night and into the morning,one by one,I saw new life enter this world.I created a whelping box in which to put the puppies,which she would constantly check on.I affirmed her through out the night that everything was going to be okay,as I swept my hand on her smooth coat,and spoke softly to her.The last puppy was born about ten thirty a.m..Sybil laid exhausted.I brought her some fresh water and some food.She drank but was too tired to eat and then went in the box to cuddle her new family.She looked up at me amazed and so proud of what had happened.I was the one that was truly amazed and proud.