Rules for Proper gossiping

Now everyone knows gossiping is one of woman's favorite pass times. Although, gossiping is frowned upon by some and is considered a sin in most religious circles if not done properly. Therefore; I have come up with some rules on proper gossiping technique.
Rule number one: Don't call it gossip. I generally use the term "prayer request". That way I can cover the fact I am gossiping by requesting in full detail prayer for said individual.
Rule number two: As long as you let the person you are gossiping to know how much you truly love the person you are gossiping about, then gossip is okay to do.
Rule number three: If you and the person you are gossiping about are no longer friends, then gossip about that person is acceptable.
Rule number four: Before you gossip, make this statement, " Don't tell anyone". By making that statement beforehand it is not considered gossip. It is just two people carrying on a conversation.
Rule number five: If rule number four does not apply, then make this statement before you begin, "I would not say anything about them that I would not say to their face". This statement will allow you to proceed with said gossip.
Rule number six: As long as you don't gossip in a place of worship or at your place of employment, then it is okay to gossip.
Rule number seven: If you post it in your status on Facebook, then it is not gossip.
Rule number eight: Ignore rules one through seven.
Gossip is never a good idea. Even with the best of intentions the person being gossiped about will always be hurt. So, please do not gossip.

Spider battles ( number one )

One evening I was quietly sitting at my computer when I happened to look upward and on the ceiling was a big black spider. I made a dash to the kitchen to grab my step ladder and one of my converse tennys lying on the floor. Standing on the ladder with shoe in hand, I swatted at the ugly ole spider. ( I missed.)
As if to taunt me, the spider webs down to my filing cabinet, landing on top of my income tax forms. I took my shoe and beat the forms with such fierce, it was as if I was beating the IRS man himself.
When I knew the spider was good as dead, I stopped the beating, looked at the papers, no spider guts. I then looked on the bottom of my shoe. None there either. It was then that I felt the throbbing to the knuckle of my index finger. It was bleeding and starting to swell.
In the heat of battle with the spider, the only damage I caused was to my own finger.
And yet, the spider still lives.

The Death of Chivalry

Chivalry means Knighthood-bravery, nobleness, courtesy, respect for womanly dignity.
Is chivalry dead? Ladies, do we really want those qualities in men that show chivalry to die?
Some months ago on another site, I brought up the subject of chivalry. I commented that I like it when a man holds a door open for me or offers to help me carry a heavy load. I taught my own son to respect women in such a way. I think a man that shows chivalry is a true gentleman.
I received many comments back on the subject. Here are a few of the comments I received:
One said it's admirable, another said desirable. Others agreed it was unnecessary but appreciated.
As I kept reading, the comments took on a darker note. One comment stated that I like being treated as if being a female equals some sort of handicap. Another believes I do not respect men. One called me a uterus-donor ( I don't know what that means, but, it does not sound very
positive.)
The thing what really surprised me was, all the comments came from women. One woman told me she is offended by the idea of a man holding a door open for her just because she is a woman.
So, the question remains, Is chivalry dead? I hope not!

Dictionaries

I would be the first to admit, I can not spell. A serious flaw for someone inspiring to be a great writer someday. However; T'is true. I have always turned to my children and friends for the spelling of words that refuse to form correctly in my mind. I call them my human dictionaries.
Dictionaries have always confused me,( Yes, I know to those of you who know me, confusion comes easy for me.) With that said, as I was sitting here writing another blog, I was stumped by the spelling of a word. So, I went to spell check to find assistance. To my surprise all spell check did was to inform me that I spelled the word incorrectly. ( DUH ). So, I dug out my Webster's Dictionary to hunt down the word. Now, this is the part that confuses me. In order to find the spelling of a word in the dictionary, you must first know how to or come close to knowing how to spell the word all ready. If I knew that much, i would not need the dictionary. See my dilemma? ( By the way, I had to turn to the dictionary to find out how to spell dilemma. I first thought perhaps it started with a " da", then maybe it was spelled starting with "de", it was not until much frustration that I came to the idea that just maybe it was spelled with a "di".) Many times I give up my search and just start playing the guessing game. Typing in random letters in different order in hopes that one of the combination's is the correct one. So, if you come across any misspelled words as you are reading my blogs, please overlook the error. I have come to accept this flaw in my character. My misspellings are just my unique writing technique.

Dementia

In my past life, I worked with people that have dementia. It is a sad mind robbing disease. One gentleman I took care of sat in his wheelchair all day long yelling "Help me please". As I watched him one day, I penned this poem. This is for you Harry: Help me Please

"Help me please" was his cry
you ask his need
confusion was his reply
The nurse gives him a pill
for his mind and soul
to be still
In quite slumber he just sits there
his face with a sad blank stare
What is the need
behind his plea?
A gentle touch or soft word
word from me?
Once a man of such might and
power
now looks to me for his daily
shower.
Years ago was his life-
A home,two children and a
beautiful wife
Now his dear wife of many years
is gone.
His children all grown and lives of
their own.
So, time has brought him to this
place-
loss of memory and confusion on his
face.
What is the need behind his plea?
A gentle touch or soft word from
me.

Retirement

Good day to my fellow bloggers and to those of you whom happen upon my site by chance.
For the past thirty years my number one career choice has been that of mother/father, nurse, teacher, referee, taxi driver, housekeeper and cook.
As of this year, as my last dependent moved away from home, I went into retirement. The one title I will forever keep however; is that of "mother, mom or mommy "as Stacey refers to me.
As my life long career comes to an end, new adventures are on the horizon. What adventures? I was unsure of. "What do I do now that I have only me to think of"?
On bended knee I asked for direction. Then one day, as i was driving down the road, I had an epiphany. Answer to my prayer. The pathway clear: California, that's where my new adventure shall begin. For years my mom has been asking me to move back down to California. Now, after living here for fifteen years, making this place our home and now having grandchildren to spoil, I have not come upon this decision lightly. For several weeks I and people close to me have prayed for the doors to open or remain closed in regards to California.
I now have a peace in my heart and know that California is where I belong at this time in my life. So, as of the first of July, 2010, I am moving back to California where I started from.
I shall keep you all updated on my progress of my journey home.

Baggage

Baggage: I have baggage. Who at my age does not have some kind of baggage. I don't think the issue is that I have baggage, but, how I handle the baggage I have. Some people hold on to their baggage for years, then one day, open up their baggage and dump it on people they meet only to gather it all back up again to dump it on someone new. That person is someone that holds on to the past and lets everyone know what a victim they are from the baggage they carry.
Still, yet, another person will put their old baggage in the closet, keeping it locked inside. Only to bring it out when they feel intimidated by every little thing anyone says to them that reminds them of their baggage. Causing them to be a bitter person that no one enjoys being around. Then there is the third person. The more rare of the three, that will open that baggage up every now and again, taking out little pieces of the past, ironing it out, folding it up and give it away to a good charity. I give my baggage to God. There are times I still just want to hold onto my old baggage, be unforgiving to that baggage. But, it is not healthy to hold onto or try to hide old baggage. Just give or even throw it away. The baggage is old and stinks anyway.

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