Friday, June 27, 2008

Roominations or Ruminations

I was just sitting here listening to some really really really mellow music and just thinking. I was thinking that being special isn't so bad. Then I thought about being in a special classroom; full of special students is kind of something especially different. Yet. We, most of us, want to be special. Loved and respected. I like sitting next to a certain special child in church. He has Downs Syndrome but sings great and has a great smile when we come to the, "offer each other a sign of peace," moment in church. So being special is special in a special sort of way, I guess. Being special is especially strange when someone is special in a crowd of normal people that want to be special in a different way. Of course if you get caught driving drunk and the policeman tells you that drinking and driving will bring you a special trip to a special cell. That is one special experience you may not desire. Then there is special stuff like, special food, special feelings, special gifts, and special days. Which makes me wonder. What is special to you?

Monday, June 23, 2008

Hot Pockets

I have become addicted to Hot Pockets. They are these little food treats you throw into the micro wave and feast on. It was an accident. I went into the grocery store one day and when I was leaving I got a coupon for Hot Pockets with my receipt.
So the next time I went to the grocery store I used my coupon and got the Hot Pockets. When I got my next receipt, low and behold, I got another Hot Pocket coupon. Then again on my next grocery trip I got some more Hot Pockets and believe it or not, another Hot Pocket coupon. This has happened over 6 times now. I buy the Hot Pockets and wonder if it will happen again and I wonder, "Will I get that coupon". Will I continue to eat Hot Pockets or will I have to join Hot Pockets Anonymous to wean myself off of them. I anxiously wait for the receipt and beads of sweat appear on my forehead. Will I get another Hot Pocket coupon? Yessss! My Hot Pocket luck continues.

Well that is my Hot Pocket story. Do you use coupons? What is your favorite one?

Friday, June 20, 2008

Stop and Think

Sometimes I just stop and think. I started thinking about all my friends that had died due to heart attacks or cancer. I recently heard of a friend that was going to the doctors and felt sick to her stomach. She told her husband she was tired of feeling sick and decided to lay down and cancel the doctor's appointment. She died later that night. We recently saw on he news that Tim Russert passed away due to a heart attack. I guess we just never really know when our number will be up. I knew a person who was a millionaire. He owned his own factory, flew an airplane, loved his family and had lots of friends. Then after a lot of nagging he finally went to his doctor for checkup. He was always too busy for doctors and even though he was feeling not so good, he kept putting the doctors visit off. Well, unfortunately, he had cancer. If he had gone to see the doctor earlier he could have been saved. He died within six months. I am 55 now and it seems this is the beginning of the end of some of my friends, and one day me. I am reflecting on how much I aged and how closer I have come to that grim reaper.

Then I am shaken out of my thoughts. The number 73 has been called from the person behind the deli counter. I acknowledge I have that number and order my cold cuts, then continue shopping. My mind now is thinking about something else as I go on my way.

What do you think about when you are waiting for your number to be called while you are standing in the deli line?

Thursday, June 12, 2008


I was given this to read and I thought it was OK.

If you can accept that you are not OKAY.

Then, maybe, you can stop trying to prove that you are O.K.

If you can stop trying to prove that you are OKAY. Then,

you can get that it is O.K.,

Not to be OK.

If you can get that it is OKAY not to be O.K. Then,

You can get that you are OK just the way you are.

So you are OKAY. O.K.!


Friday, June 06, 2008

Just another day

It was a day to reach out, spread my arms and give the day a hug. I had a couple of chili hot dogs with a cool root beer ice cream soda. I got to help my friend rip out a wall and build a space to put in a washer and dryer for his wife. I climbed on my motorcycle and drove all the back country roads I could find. I waved to the cows and they swished their tails in reply. I heard a wonderful song on the INTERNET Jason Mraz-I'm Yours and played it a few times because it was so good. I got to write a email to my daughter just to tell her she was special and the grandchildren too. What the heck even her husband got a email hug. Yep! It has been one of those days. Ever have one? I hope you have bouquets of them.