Thursday, December 28, 2006

SCHOOLDAYS

i received some really great news yesterday...........from my daughter.  she just turned 21, and has a fairly steady boyfriend (whom i actually like) and she has been out of school since she graduated at age 18.  she didn't know what she wanted out of life, but wanted to drink, party and kick back with her homeys...........well, she has done all of that for 4 years.  i didn't like the path she was heading down..........but it was no longer my decision, since she left home when she was 17.

we keep in touch and she often tells me that her "dad" (i use the term loosely, since he has never been in her life until she turned 17 and moved out of my house) can put her through college for as many years as it takes to get whatever degree she wants and it won't cost her anything, added to the Hope Scholarship.  she will also get about $900 a month funding.  but he keeps putting her off in getting her signed up, mostly because he is either "sick" or in the hospital.  he has been making excuses all his life, so this one doesn't count either.  so, she got fed up and decided to go it alone, and went to her father and got all the information, enrolled, got him to sign whatever papers were needed, and now she is going to school...............starting jan. 9th.  i am elated.  if she will stick to it, (and i think the money will be an incentive to do so) i will be even more elated.  i love my daughter more than life itself, and want the best for her.  i am just glad she is finally doing something with her life.................

you go girl......................

Friday, December 22, 2006

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Merry Christmas

 

to everyone out there in J-Land

 

PEACE

LOVE

HOPE

PROSPERITY

Thursday, December 14, 2006

THE EMPTY TREE

a few years back she lost her home, and with it, many of her treasured items.  the gangs of "out of control" teens and kids living in the mobile home subdivision behind her home felt it was their job to relieve her of her belongings, many of which she had held onto for many years.  among these treasures lost forever were a christmas tree and all of the many christmas decorations she had purchased and received as gifts throughout the years of her life.  the thing that hurt the most was that all of the little ornaments her daughter had made throughout her life were gone forever. 

for two years she had lived either on the street or in someone else's home, thus she didn't have need for a tree.  this year was different.  she had a place she could finally call home, and the entryway window screamed out for a tree.  her landlord's caretaker had given her a 4 foot tree with lights when she moved in, and she doubted she would use it.  but having nothing else to put up, she put it in the window, plugged it in, and voila, instant christmas tree..............sorta.  there were no ornaments to adorn the tree.  so, though it had lights, it still resembled the charlie brown christmas tree. 

she was working one evening and found some fake birds that had fallen off some christmas picks they sold there, and she knew they would be cast in the trash, so she secured them for her tree.  three little birds...............

upon entering her home, she placed the three birds on the tree, and said "well done".  her heart still ached for more decorations to adorn the sad little tree.  she was sharing with a couple of woman customers at work one night about the story of her loss of the ornaments and the pitiful little tree she now possessed, but that it was pretty to her, because it was all she had...........

the customers shared some stories of their own christmases past, and then left the store.

a week later one of these woman came back to the register with a bag full of something, handed them to the woman and said "an early christmas present".  she looked oddly at the woman, then noticed the other woman standing off to the side, and looked at her as well, then peered inside the bag.  there were 5 beautifully plumed victorian birds and 5 bright red cardinals in the bag, all to adorn a christmas tree with.  the woman who received the gift burst into tears, hugged the anonymous shopper, thanked her, and had to retreat to the restroom to wash her face and clear her tears.  what a wonderful gesture from perfect strangers.....................

this is a lovely story of renewed faith in humanity..............so often the people we encounter during this most wonderful season are hurried, angry, tired and don't have a kind word for anyone.  it is refreshing to know there are still nice people out there in this embittered world..............

but the one thing that makes this story truly amazing is that it really did happen.......... TO ME!!!!!!!!  and now i have the most beautiful tree around.........not just because it has beautiful birds on it, but because a couple of strangers reached inside their heart and their pocketbook to make someone else's christmas a little brighter..............

THANK YOU TO ALL WHO FIND LOVE AND COMPASSION IN THEIR HEARTS, THIS SEASON, AND YEAR ROUND......................

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

OUT OF THE LOOP

Just a few words to let anyone interested know that I am still alive, though barely.  "Tis the time of year to get sick and stay sick.  I started with a dreaded sinus infection, due to the cold winds that blew through Georgia a few weeks back.  Then it trickled down into my chest, where that little green guy from the Mucinex commercial lives.  I caught it early though, and he didn't get much of a chance to set up house. 

I have worked through the sickness, other than over Thanksgiving.  I slept most of the day on Thanksgiving, trying to gather up strength to work on Friday and Saturday.  At my store, if you do not come in to work on the two or three days after Thanksgiving, you are immediately fired.........unless you have a death certificate for yourself or a loved one, or a doctor's note excusing you due to near death.  So, of course, I crawled in on Friday and Saturday to work. 

The really funny thing is this...........all of the new folks (mostly teens and young adults) that are seasonal help showed up for the days after Thanksgiving, but almost everyone called in on Monday..........sick.  Sure............

I am thankful I have a job, even though it often tries to drag my health down.  So many wonderful things have happened to me this past year, so when the bad things come along, I shouldn't dwell on them, but remember the good things in my life. 

I have a beautiful daughter, who, though often doesn't show it, loves me with her whole heart, as I do her.  I work with several girls around my daughter's age who don't have near the character that my daughter does.  They don't have the "stick-to-itiveness" that it takes to make it in this world. 

I am thankful I have someone to share my life with. 

I am thankful for a 110 year old roof over my head.......cracks and all.

I am thankful for my "cat from hell", Coatie. 

I am thankful for the very few but close friends I have.

I am thankful I live in a country that still believes in freedom, and is willing to fight and die for it.

I am thankful for the Christian agencies that have not only helped ME get through tough times, but countless others as well.

I am most thankful for Jesus Christ, my Savior. 

A few months ago, before I moved out of the "hell hole" where I was renting a room, I stopped at a local Chinese restaurant to eat.  I always like to read the fortune cookies, even though I don't put any "faith" into the fortunes.  Most of them, like this one, are fairly generic, and could mean anything.  But this one I remember.........I even still have it tucked inside my wallet...........

"THE COMING YEAR WILL BRING GOOD CHANGES TO YOUR LIFE"

Yep, it did.  I had lost my faith along the way, and needed something as small as a piece of paper tucked inside a cookie to remind me of it. 

 

 

 

Saturday, November 11, 2006

LATEST CRAFT FAIR

well, i have finished another craft fair, and am glad i didn't start with this one or i would have never done another one.  i made $71 after all expenditures, but that wasn't enough to make up for the sleep i have lost lately making stuff to sell at the fair.  the big difference today was that there were nothing but vendors in the gym of the church.  before there were numerous other things going on since it was a fall festival and there were only four vendors besides me.

i am not complaining though.........it is more than i had before i got there.  plus i was commissioned to do several other items. 

the best part of the day was seeing so many of my friends from the church i used to attend, as well as numerous customers from my work.  i am currently running on empty, both energy wise as well as nutrition wise, so am going to make this brief.  i have to eat and nap.............really soon..............zzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.  huh?!  what?! did someone say something?????

i have been asked to do another craft fair on december 9th.............i don't know what my schedule is for that far in advance, but i am praying i have to work, lol.

ok, off to bed i go..........................with a quick trip past the refrigerator first..............

Saturday, October 28, 2006

NEXT CRAFT FAIR

it is a done deal...........i met with linda today, and i am signed up for another craft fair.  what was i thinking??!!  she is excited about it, but then she is the one who is collecting my money..........why wouldn't she be excited???  lol.

i have made quite a few more coil bracelets, as well as some "cheap" bracelets.  cheap bracelets sell for a dollar each and are usually made out of plastic or wood.  one of these i like especially, and hope to find swarovski crystals to match the plastic so that i can make me one that i could wear without my arm turning green, lol.  i only make the cheaper bracelets so that small children who want to purchase things for their female relatives can afford to do so. 

i also keep on hand hemp key chains for that reason. 

i don't need to make any more scarves, as i have a huge rubbermaid container full of those already, but thought if i did have the time, i would make some "red hat society" scarves.  i have been commissioned to make 5 already in the purple and red, so i won't duplicate those.  but to have something else that is different would be great.  the red hat women are truly dedicated to their purple and red.  i just found out there is a younger version of the red hats.............called the pink ladies..............they are younger.  there is some sort of bridging ceremony when they hit 50 and become candidates for the red hats.  sigh................sounds too complicated to me, lol.

my next fair is on saturday, november 11.  so i am going to get out of here and get busy. 

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

SOMETHING IMPORTANT I FORGOT TO MENTION

                    

with all the craft fair stuff going on, i forgot something very important...........the 22nd was michael's birthday..............so my dear, forgive me..............and.....................

     HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SMALL RECOGNITION

i have worked at my current job for about 3.2 years.  i have only been late once, only called in sick twice and have called in due to emergency four times (when my car was repo'd and when i was evicted from my house).  i have done my job well, even been a team player, but not once have i have been recognized for anything.  one time i volunteered to work overnight with two other employees, setting new planograms and though we all worked all night till 7 am, they got recognized, i didn't.  ok, i am not in this for recognition, but when people who slack and goof off and are late constantly get recognized for being "ever constant and on time" and i don't get recognized, you get a little riled......................

recently i made the mistake of allowing my general manager to know i had the talent of bow making.  since i raised a daughter, i could do it single handed, eyes closed.  of course that same daughter is almost 21 and wouldn't let me get near her with a bow today.  i love that little redneck darlin', lol.  it is fall and christmas time, and so there are alot of bows that have to be made for both selling and holiday wreaths.  so.........when the floral designer couldn't keep up with the demand, the general manager asked around to get people to do bows.  the floral designer liked mine best, so i became the "bow captain".  now every spare minute i have while waiting on customers, i have to be making bows.....................and i GOT RECOGNIZED!!!!!!!!!!!!!  of course, the recognition was only on the board for two days....................sigh....................

ok, i have tooted my horn long enough.

its almost all hallow's eve..............boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

AFTERMATH OF THE CRAFT FAIR

doin' the happy dance over here...........woohooooooo!!!!!!!!

the craft fair was great.........i was a little worried when i got there on friday evening and saw that it was in a massive gym and there were only five vendor tables, but about 20 flea market tables.  usually when there are flea market items available at the same place where new items are sold, the flea market items win out.  but not this time........

when i arrived on friday i put out only my crocheted items.  then on saturday morning i took my jewelry and handmade cards.  i created a really nice display (i had a digicam in the car, but didn't even think about taking pictures).  i was a little afraid that with children coming in and out as well, they would put their adorable grimy hands on everything and leave fingerprints all over.  but my fears were soon abolished.  every child's hand was held by an adult and they were very well behaved. 

the lady in the booth next to me on the left turned out to be a customer of mine from work.  she had another lady with her that had been her friend for 7 years.  now that woman was a hoot.......loud, aggressive, etc.  she even hawked my jewelry, which i think in the long run ran some folks off. 

the fair was supposed to last till 4 pm, but about 1 pm some fairly nice looking gentleman came up to the booth next to mine looking for "barb".  that was the loud lady.  it was her internet date..........they had never met before and immediately "barb" started loading up her crafts and she had the date take all of it to her car and they left!  my friend was shocked.............she and the other lady are both disabled, and she was hoping they would be able to work together to sell most of their items as well as help clean up afterwards.  but no, "barb" was off and running.................

my friend and i sat together till it was almost 3 pm and noticed all the other vendors were packing up and they were loading up the flea market stuff as well.  so we gathered our things.  a lady came by and asked if we would like to do another craft fair in november at the methodist church.  i told her i would consider it, but wasn't sure if i was off work or not.  i would have to check my schedule.  my friend told her she might be interested as well, and then she talked to me about us joining forces and getting a table together.  she and "barb" have another fair this weekend, so she has to really get busy making things.

ok, i have drawn it out long enough.  in the five hours that i sat at my booth, i cleared $101.00.  i sold handmade cards, crocheted scarves and handmade jewelry.  i also got commissioned to do 5 red and purple scarves for the red hat society.  so, greg....and others that might have been silently inquiring...........yes, it was worth my time.  i saw a lot of my customers from the craft store, and one of my customers bought $42 worth by herself. 

i think i have learned the difference between craft shows and craft fairs.  at a show, everyone there has pretty much the same thing.........at a fair, you get a wide variety of handmade items.  i may not do as well next time, but with my friend going in with me on it, it will not cost me as much.  i have been bitten by the craft fair bug.........someone help me, lol.

i went to the ups store and printed up some "business cards" and cut them and distributed them at the fair as well.  i haven't gotten any calls yet, but am sure i will.

i just left the bank cashing a check a customer gave me at the fair, and the teller who waited on me asked me how the fair went.  in the course of the conversation, she asked if i would make her a baby blanket.  i told her to pick out the yarn and i would give her a price.  so...........there is another deal in the making.  i have already started on the red had society scarves.  i have to make cards, jewelry and more crocheted items before the big event in november.  so, i better get off this here computer andget busy...............

have a blessed day............not sure when i will get back here to write...............

oh, speaking of writing, i just had another poem published.............woo hooo........

Friday, October 13, 2006

CRAFT FAIR

 

i am doing my first ever craft fair tomorrow and need your prayers and well wishes.  i am excited about it, but scared too.  i went by today and got my table picked out.  i chose the biggest table they had.  i just hope i break even........if i make a profit, that will be a plus.  i have put in some pictures of some of the items.  the camera didn't take very good pictures, but it gives you an idea.

       

       

      

      

        

Wednesday, October 4, 2006

GREG KISER-PHOTOGRAPHER OF NATURE'S BEAUTY

if you love photographs of nature and the peacefulness of waterfalls, check out greg kiser's site..........it is well worth the trip...............

http://hometown.aol.com/NCPhotoTrekker/index.html

i wish i didn't love graphics as much as i do.  but i do, and i couldn't resist this little fellow.  i have lost some readers since i have been so sporadic in writing, so this little fellow says it all.  i appreciate the readers that are still hanging in there with me.  i promise i will start writing more interesting stuff as time progresses.  so be patient and hang in there with me. 

obviously i didn't save the little critter above properly and now he is gone.  sigh......

so i am adding an obnoxious picture of a cat watching the moon.............sigh............

 

SOMETHING TO MAKE YOU CHUCKLE

a dear friend in another state sends me these things from time to time and i often just chuckle to myself and move on.  but i felt we all needed a little laugh now and then, so am sharing this with you.  after all, something that makes me laugh out loud at the library is worthy of repeating..........enjoy!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make
their days interesting.


Well, for example, the other day I went down town and went into a shop. I was
only in there for about 5 minutes and when I came out there was a cop writing
out a parking ticket.

I went up to him and said, "Come on, man, how about giving a retired person a break"?

He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. I called him a "Nazi."
He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn
tires. So I called him a "doughnut eating Gestapo." He finished the
second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first.

Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes.
The more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote.

Personally, I didn't care. I came down town on the bus and the car that
he was putting the tickets on had a bumper sticker that said "Hillary in 08."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

this friend also sent this in email and i had to share it with you as well.  it is the "senior citizen" version of Jesus Loves Me. 

       JESUS LOVES ME

            Jesus loves me, this I know,
            Though my hair is white as snow.
            Though my sight is growing dim,
            Still He bids me trust in Him.

            (CHORUS)
 
            YES, JESUS LOVES ME... YES, JESUS LOVES ME...
            YES, JESUS LOVES ME FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.

            Though my steps are oh, so slow,
            With my hand in His I'll go
            On through life, let come what may,
            He'll be there to lead the way.

            (CHORUS)
 
            Though I am no longer young,
            I have much which He's begun.
            Let me serve Christ with a smile,
            Go with others the extra mile.

            (CHORUS)
 
            When the nights are dark and long,
            In my heart He puts a song.
            Telling me in words so clear,
            "Have no fear, for I am near."
           
            (CHORUS)

            When my work on earth is done,
            And life's victories have been won.
            He will take me home above,
            Then I'll understand His love
 
            (CHORUS)
           
            I love Jesus, does He know?
            Have I ever told Him so?
            Jesus loves to hear me say,
            That I love Him every day.

that pretty much sums it up, don't you think????

Friday, September 29, 2006

GEORGIA WINTER

GEORGIA WINTER

August flew like a bird on the wing
September is almost here

Soon, the birds will no longer sing
And the air will be cold and clear

Winter is good for many reasons
It helps rid our environment of bugs

It is one of the most joyous of all the seasons
Though we have to bundle up like slugs

I used to enjoy winter more than most
For it brought lots of beautiful white snow

But now I enjoy summer and going to the coast
And watching the ocean waves ebb and flow

I guess as you age your favorites change
And nothing is ever the same

The things we used to love seem ever so strange
And we forget the rules of life’s game

For all my life I have lived in this state
And never wished to be anywhere but here

But now in my mind there is an endless debate
Do I go where it’s warm or stay where my daughter is near

I am too young to draw my social security check
And too old to want to continue to work

At my job they continuously give me heck
And I’d like to tell my boss he’s a jerk

But until I reach the proper age
I must keep quiet and do my job

And let the Georgia winters cool my rage
And let work my sanity rob

(by Regina)

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

A SHORT STORY

i wanted to relate a story about two people i know............

i have met a lot of people since becoming a sales associate at my store.  some have become my "fan club" and some i have become THEIR fan.  there are two older women, whom i will call "mutt and jeff" because they look like total opposites, who used to be close friends and never came in without the other one.

one of the women looks and acts just exactly like the hallmark card character, maxine.  she never really comes in dressed up, and sometimes even looks like a bag lady (sorry mutt!).  the other lady is always dressed up, to the nines, and is absolutely beautiful for a woman her age.  she reminds me of a classy gypsy, with all her bangles and chains and flowing butterfly skirts (gypsy jeff, lol).

i have known these two women for three years now.  like i said, one was never seen without the other.  then........about 2 months ago, i started seeing one without the other.  first it was mutt.  i didn't ask her anything about jeff, just talked with her as i checked her out at the register.  on another occasion i assisted her in finding something, and still said nothing about her friend. 

then, jeff came in one evening, and i couldn't help myself.  i asked her where was mutt and she got a teary look in her eyes and said they weren't speaking.  i told her i didn't want to know any details, just that whatever happened couldn't be bad enough to dissolve a long time friendship over.  she said she didn't know what to do, for she didn't know what the problem was.  so..........i repeated that it wasn't my business, but let bygones be bygones and get back together and be friends again.  she said she would try.

then one evening mutt came in again, and she even followed me back to the break room and sat down with me and started talking while i was on lunch (or supper, depending on how you look at it).  we were alone, so i gave her a little pep talk, and told her i didn't want to know what the original problem was, but that life was too short for people to do this to each other.  you can't choose family, but  you can friends, and obviously they had chosen each other years ago, so why lose that now.  she tried to tell me the situation and i told her i didn't want to know, for i know the story has two sides, and to me, neither are important.  both of you should quit acting like two-year-olds and apologize to each other, accept the other's apology, and rejoice in the fact you have such a good friend.  both of these ladies are up there in years, and life doesn't hand out promises, so their time could be short.  mutt has already experienced skin cancer.  i related to them the story of my best friend in high school who married and moved back to texas with her husband and died way too young.  i will never have her with me again, until i reach the pearly gates.

so, if you have a friend, or even a family member, who has wronged you, or you feel has wronged you, or if you have done something to them that has caused an estrangement, drop the pain, the anger, the hurt, get together, apologize to each other, accept the other's apology, and move forward in your relationship like adults, not children...........well actually children are more mature that we adults are.  they get mad at each other, bust each other in the nose, then go and buy each other ice cream cones.  maybe we could learn something from them..................

this story is for everyone out there, but i would like to send it especially to someone in my life..................she knows who she is....................so, joey, accept my apology and let  me back into your life.................i miss you.............

JUST DROPPIN' BY

I haven’t been around a lot lately…………I have actually been working.  I won’t complain about the many hours I have to stand on my feet, because I need those hours…………but I miss being here on my journal and in other’s journals.

 

Nothing spectacular has happened since my last entry.  I keep a daily journal on my home pc, but it isn’t connected to the internet, so I just have it saved in my word documents.  It helps me get through each day. 

 

I am having a huge fall crafts sale at my house this weekend, so I should be home preparing, but since I haven’t been online in some time, I was having withdrawals. 

 

I hope all are doing well and life is treating you fairly.  I am off work for the next five days, so I am sure I will be back some day this week.

 

I seem to have lost most of my readers, or it appears that way.  I hope to be able to get a really good job in the near future (I am  going to look for one while off) and will be able to put my home pc online again.  That way I can do my journal on a daily basis and give the readers something to read about.

 

I will also print some more of my offline poetry, hopefully today, if I get through with all my other “urgent” online errands.

 

So, if you have been waiting patiently for me, I will return………….

Thursday, September 21, 2006

ANGRY BUT MOSTLY HURT

I am sure that most of you are tired of hearing me complain about my job.  Well this time it is about my job, but moreso it is about people in general.

I have always been an office manager or data entry clerk throughout my life.  There was a short stint as a 911 operator, a few front desk clerk positions, and a couple of strange, but paying temporary jobs.  For the last three years I have worked in retail sales for a major craft store chain.  As I have stated before, this chain doesn't truly back their employees.  We are given no incentives to do better.  I personally feel this is due to the type of job, where for every person who quits there are 10 waiting in line for the position.  There is very little praise (if any) for a job well done, but a stern lecture if anything goes amiss. But this entry isn't about that.  It is about people who have certain agendas.

I am old and mature enough to know that not everyone is going to act and think as each of us do.  That would be too much like cloning.  And I am also fully aware that Satan has a firm grip on millions of people worldwide.  But it still never ceases to amaze me that there are some people out there whose agenda is to ruin someone's day, or possibly someone's life.  I am not talking murder, rape or robbery...........well, not exactly.  When a person is working in the retail industry, they come in contact with hundreds of thousands of people every year.  If one looked at the situation from a statistical standpoint, it might be observed that out of those hundreds of thousands of people, even one evil person a day isn't all that bad.

But try being on the receiving end of that one person's evil..........and afterwards you feel raped, robbed and murdered.  They can rape you by taking away your dignity.  They rob you of your happiness.  and they murder your spirit.

I am not tooting my horn here, but making a point.  I have several co-workers who tell me that on the days I am off, I have a multitude of people who come in and ask for me by name, asking if I am ok, and when will I be back at work, etc.  I jokingly call them my "fan club".  This is because I try very hard to be a personable type person.  Basically I love people.  And, of course, I love to talk.  I attempt to carry on a conversation with every customer that seems open to the idea.  You can usually tell when someone isn't in the mood for conversation, so you let it go and just offer them the niceties......."hello, how are you" and "thank you for coming, and have a great evening".

But there is always that one customer that seems to be out looking for someone to crush.  Possibly someone at another retail outlet has given them some grief, so they come in and they take it out on you.  Or maybe they are fighting with a spouse and take it out on you.  Or their children are getting on their last nerve and you become the recipient of their ire.

Or maybe they are just evil messengers of Satan.  I am inclined to believe that this one customer I have is the latter. 

Now I am probably going to ruffle a few J-land feathers here, but it is not intentional.  What I am about to state is directed only to this customer and the situation.  This particular woman is a 40-ish African-American.  The reason I make this statement is that I personally believe that she doesn't like Caucasians.  I couldn't care less what color or religion any of my customers are, as long as they pay for their items.  But for some reason this woman has an agenda against white people.  She always has her young son with her (I am assuming he is her son, for he is about 2-3) and a teenaged daughter who looks between 13-14.  The daughter never expresses herself in one way or another.  But after the events of yesterday, I was discussing the incident with another sales associate, and she asked me to describe the woman.  This associate is also white, and as myself, does not have any agenda against any other race or creed or religion.  But she said that it was the same woman that made her cry about a month ago.  When I was in the break room and was telling another white associate, as well as another black associate, about what happened, both knew who I was speaking of.  The white associate had had problems with her as well.  The black associate mentioned that she had waited on her several times as well, and she was always very nice, but if there was ever a problem with her purchase, she would always ask who the manager was on duty, and if it was a white manager (she obviously knew all the managers) she would say don't bother calling them up, I will come back and make this purchase later. 

This woman almost lost me my job yesterday.  She told a blatant lie against me to our general manager, and due to the fact that she had done so once before several months ago, my manager, when talking to me in private, stated he couldn't have any more complaints or he might have to terminate me.  I DID NOTHING BUT HELP THIS WOMAN!!!!!!!!!  I called for assistance to get something down for her, since she couldn't reach it.  I told her by pointing where something was, due to the fact that I can't leave my register..........and she told my manager I was mean, rude and hateful to her.  I didn't open my mouth to defend myself, for I knew it wouldn't do any good.  She was out on a mission to ruin someone's day, and I was the lucky lotto number holder. 

Now please, no hate mail about racial differences.  I have the utmost respect for people who deserve my respect.  If you are Asian, Latino, African-American, Caucasian, or any of the hundreds of other nationalities, and you respect me and deserve my respect, you will get it.  If not, you won't, but when on the job I will hold my tongue and still treat you like a human being. 

I have to leave the library now, so have to go.  But remember when you are upset with either someone or a situation, don't take it out of someone else.  It could ruin their day, or possibly even their life.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

NO WILL (a poem)(disclaimer attached)

I feel I must add a disclaimer of sorts to this poem.............first let me explain why I wrote it........

I was watching late night television and there was a commercial for some law firm, stating that if you had a teenager that committed suicide, contact them.  The picture that appeared on the screen was of a teenaged girl.  Though I am sure she was an actress or print model, the look on her face broke my heart. 

I have a daughter, and though she is almost 21, to think she could have been that despondant during her teen years and could have been a statistic, really struck home with me.  I raised a strong willed young woman, but nothing is ever certain in life.  I have had bouts with depression myself where the thought of taking my life sounded like such an easy way out.  I have lived a very long and not so happy life, but the thought of a young person not finding something in their short lives to make them want to live breaks my heart in two.

So, if you or someone close to you has lost a teen to suicide, please, feel free to "x" out my journal entry and not read it.  But I felt it was something I had to write, and with much thought and deliberation, I have decided to print it here.

 

NO WILL

One need only take a look at the haunting emptiness in her eyes
The smile you sometimes see on her face is merely a disguise

Though her years are barely over a decade in their length
She has given up, lost the fight, has exhausted all her strength

She sits within the darkened tomb she has chosen for herself
Recently she put her will to live so carefully on a shelf

She no longer needed that will to live, for life meant nothing now
No friends, divorced parents, no one to show her how

In the deepest darkness of night she cried and no one heard her plea
So she took her life by downing pills to live in hell for eternity

‘Twas too bad she could not see the many who came to grieve
Each one cared deeply for this girl, though she never would believe

Parents, take heed, and listen carefully to your children’s cries
Love them, honor them, cherish them before another dies

(by Regina)

MORE OF MY OFFLINE JOURNAL POETRY

Winter’s Edge


The spirit soars when skies are blue and a cool breeze blows in from the east
    

Soon their breath will be seen on crisp cold air and about heat they will worry the least

Transition from summer to fall is a wonderful time filled with holidays and celebrations

Those of us who live further north know all of the winter weather indications

Rain will abound and days become shorter as winter edges nearer each day

Schoolchildren wait in the cold morning darkness hoping their yellow carriage is on the way

Many wonder why fall brings a feeling of happiness, hope and good cheer

After all, it tolls the end of life to some of nature, bringing to close a very long year

Maybe it is the long awaited break from summer’s humidity and heat

That makes people so very eager the cool mornings of fall to greet

Soon it will be the end of one year and another will triumphantly appear

The skies will transform from cloudy and dark to cloudless, sunny and clear

So I must say one of the best places to be is there, on winter’s edge

Coming in from the heat, then warming to spring, a new start to pledge

(by Regina)

 

THE STORM

The storm hit quickly, with a violent force
Ernesto was set on his deadly course

Katrina had left behind so much despair
To stay in their homes they did not dare

Flood waters rose quickly and many fled
Fearing if they stayed, they would be dead

But soon the winds ceased to blow
The rain stopped and the sun began to glow

Those who had survived Katrina’s wrath
Knelt down  to thank God for sparing their path

(by Regina)

 

MAN OF THE SEA

From where she sat, she could see his silhouette against the sky
As she gazed out at the man, she heard the seagulls cry

The ocean waves beat upon the rocky cliffs below
As a distant ship crossed her view with its daily catch in tow

The salty air revived her soul though deep inside she knew
Only one thing could make her smile, the man within her view

The one time their paths had crossed they briefly spoke a word
But she was so enamored, his speech she had not heard

She blushed and rushed onward, afraid that he might see
How much she adored him, this man of anonymity

No one in the village had ever heard his name
And no one even knew from whence this man came

He lived his life in secrecy somewhere along the shore
But all she knew was meeting him had left her wanting more

As the sun began its evening dance with earth each and every night
This man could be seen standing tall in the day’s waning light

Had they not spoken once, she would have thought him a ghost
For the only time he was ever seen was along the sandy coast

Oft her dreams would take her to a time of pirates and gold
She wondered if he were the ghost of some pillager of old

He always stood tall and sure, and she knew he must be strong
His hair was dark as ebony and was straight and very long

Someday she hoped that she would solve the haunting mystery
Of who he was and from whence he came, this man of the sea

(by Regina)

A DAY LATE, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN

I was unable to access a computer on 9/11, thus this didn't get posted until today.  It isn't a fitting tribute to those who suffered loss on this tragic day, but it is from my heart.  We cannot let terrorism win.  But we cannot lose our own self-respect and dignity in fighting terrorism...........we need to bond together as American citizens and let the world know that no matter what the color of your skin, your religion, or your sexual orientation, WE, THE AMERICAN PEOPLE, WILL NOT ACCEPT TERRORISM.

It appears that possibly the United States Government may be making 9/11 of each year Patriots' Day.  I have no problem with that, but I sincerely hope that we, the American people, do not get so withdrawn from the original tragedy and the ever present threat of terrorism, that we treat the day with the same nonchalant attitude as other holidays created to honor our heroes.  I never want someone to say to me "have a happy patriots' day".  There is nothing happy about being in fear of your life and existance as American citizens, and as human beings.  Nothing happy about the loss of a loved one or friend.  I didn't know anyone personally in the 9/11 tragedy, but each was a brother or sister human being, and many were brothers or sisters in Christ with me.  This is my small attempt to remember the day the towers fell, and the many who lost their lives.

9/11 Remembrance

Diversity, a common word
Love one another, seldom heard


Then tragedy strikes, bonds the races
Fear, grief, anger, tears on different colored faces

Time elapses, memories fade
Compassionate efforts no longer made

Forgotten and abandoned, left far behind
No longer love, compassion can we find

I am not asking to relive the hours
When many loved ones perished in the twin towers

My only wish is to remember the cause
And take a moment in silence to pause

If we forget those who died on that day
Then terrorism has won, we have lost our way

(by Regina)

                          

                  

Friday, September 8, 2006

MORE POETRY FROM HOME

The Kitten

As she stared outside her window in the dimness of early night
She noticed a wee kitten staring back at her in fright

Her window was not near enough to reach out and take hold
And the poor frightened kitten was not the least bit bold

It cowered near the trunk, looking down at the street
In its wee mind it was hoping its Maker not to meet

The lady kneeled and prayed that the kitten would come down
And live safely and happily there upon the ground

As she opened up her eyes and gazed out the window once more
She was amazed at what had happened while she knelt there on the floor

A small man had walked by just as she was kneeling
He looked up into the tree as he was overtaken by a feeling

There in the tree was the smallest bundle of fur
When he and the kitten locked eyes, he thought he heard her purr

Without thinking of himself and how he could fall
He climbed up to the kitten and started “kitty kitty” to call

As if God had pushed it along, the kitten came to the man
And without any incident it dropped right into his hand

The lady cried with tears of joy to see a miracle before her eyes
She wiped her cheek and up off her knees she did arise

She looked up to the ceiling and held her hands up high
And thanked the Lord for hearing her desperate cry

She never saw the kitten again, but remembered how she felt
When God answered her prayer while on her knees she knelt

(by Regina)

 

Unconditional Love

She smiles as I stroke her silky hair.  She is content.
Happiness is knowing she is loved, and that I am Heaven sent.

Life without me would be harsh, cruel and cold.
I cannot imagine being without HER as I am growing old.

She asks so little of me but to be held and told all is right.
I make sure she has her meals, both morning and at night.

I know she will not outlive me, and that saddens me so.
I have grown to love her so very much, I’ll hate to see her go.

But for now I will enjoy her company as she enjoys mine.
And not worry about how many lives are left out of her nine.

Yes, I am speaking of my fat and furry friend.
Who, if she could, would be with me all the way to the end.

(by Regina)

 

 

Our Choice

I hear the sound of a train , a truly lonesome sound
The steel wheels squeal on the tracks, nowhere bound

I sometimes wish I could hop that train, going nowhere
And flee my life of hopelessness and endless despair

But as I sit and dream of riding on that train
I realize I am the one who causes all my pain

One cannot escape the reality of this
We can make our life miserable or live in total bliss

It all hinges on the way we see the world each day
If we only see darkness and  doom, despair will come our way

But if we look into the sky and see the brightness of the sun
We have not lost this war called life, to fight we’ve just begun

Some battles will be lost as we walk this mortal land
But at the end of life, we can say we took a stand

Giving up and letting go are the easier paths to take
Either way we choose to go, the choice is ours to make

(by Regina)

POETRY FROM HOME

I promised all of you I would share some of the poetry I have written at home on my PC.  Like I mentioned before, some of it might seem cheesy, or dark and brooding, but it is what came to me at the time.  A writer has to pen what creeps into their soul.  So, try to enjoy these.

The Night

Quiet is the night

Darkness envelops

I hope sleep will come

No tears, no fears

Dreams, no nightmares

Day, a long way off

Eternity in darkness

Random thoughts

Nothing of substance

Just nonsense

I need to love

I need to be loved

Where is love??????????

(by Regina)

 

 

The Party

 Here she lies, deep beneath the flowers
She died as she lived, lonely through the hours

All she ever wanted was someone to call her own
Someone who would love her as she turned to stone

There will be a few who will remember her for awhile
And her memory might even bring them a smile

But soon no one will visit her in her bed of dirt
The only good thing about it is she no longer will hurt

The few that were near her as she left this cruel land
Will say she died of a broken heart, no ring upon her hand

It doesn’t really matter if she is remembered through the years
She’s done, she’s through, she’s already cried her tears

If she had known her hour of death was near
She would have requested no flowers, just a party with some beer

(by Regina)

 

 

NOTHING

No creative juices flow
Should I sit here or should I go

I await the inspiration to hit
So I just continue to sit

Nothing happens, but I stay
I know it will happen sometime today

But alas, no inspiration to write
So I guess I will just say “Goodnight”

(by Regina)

 

 

TRUTH

As the clock struck midnight in the musty old place
She pulled the cover up over her face

Somehow she knew if she looked into the night
She would see faces in the absence of light

These faces were real, but only to her
It was only in darkness they would occur

Oft the faces would evoke terror and fright
Then she would discover their truth in daylight


The faces were hers, distorted through the years
Remnants of her past throughout all the tears

She knew someday she would have to look deep inside
And find the happiness from which she did hide

(by Regina)

 

A House With Character

The old house had cracked walls 
Boards moved and creaked in the halls

Doors would open by themselves
Things would fall off the shelves

Some might say the house was haunted
But I remained quite undaunted

I knew the old place was just full of character
Ghosts and spirits were not a factor

But there were times when it seemed my cat
Would be chasing some ghostly rat

The cracks and creaks made it more of a home
Causing me to be content and not want to roam

I have to admit the two steep staircases
Put my poor legs through their daily paces

Though I know not how I will pay to stay
I can only live my life day by day

I hope and pray to God above
He will envelope me in His love

And let me keep this house of old
Through summer heat and winter cold            

(by Regina)

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!

ok, i just typed a whole two paragraphs and there was something across the bottom of my screen that didn't apply to this journal, so i x'd it out and my writing disappeared.....

anyway, i just wanted those of you that follow me that i have gone and become a real addict now..........i have known it existed for years, but never attempted to play it.

SPIDER SOLITAIRE

i can't stop playing........as i am going out the door to work, i have to sit at my computer and try one more game.  i am currently angry at pinball.........every time i am awarded a replay ball or a shoot again chance, the ball accumulates about 1000 points and flies off into outer space........GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i was just wondering if anyone else out there was a spider solitaire junkie and what is a good high score.  i can't seem to break 1199.  my goal is 1200, lol.

so, any help is appreciated with my addiction..................

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

DOCTOR

i went to the doctor on thursday.  i have the big yucky bruise on my inner forearm to prove it (no i am not a druggy).  they took blood, examined me and we have all come to the conclusion that, with most of the test results in, i DO NOT have bone cancer.  i do have neuropathy and some malformations of my left foot were beginning, but it can be corrected.  at my age the first sign of something wrong you start thinking cancer.  i have always been a pessimist, and this time it paid off. 

i still have lots of tests to take and lots of results to get back.  i did get a nice new blood sugar level machine........test strips and everything..........no cost.  and a prescription for a diuretic.  i may have to strap a toilet onto my backside for that one, lol.

i would like to thank adam stanfield, ms. edna, dr. humphries, dr. harsh, mrs. janet and all the others at the HANDS OF HOPE CLINIC for always being there for me and helping me get and stay healthy without charging me a dime.  i would also like to thank nurse carol for the lovely bruise on my inner arm...........just kidding carol.  you got the blood in the vial, and that is all that counts.

i would like to tell the people at the mcdonough moye's pharmacy they all owe me an apology.  at least woody gave me one.  don't tell me that the label on my medicine bottle couldn't possibly say #30 if the computer says #90.  and who is going to pay for the gas i had to use to go back home and get my medicine bottles to prove i wasn't lying???  and who is the person who counted out the "90" zoloft and only gave me "30"??  what did you do with the other "60"???  i think mr. moye needs to fire some of the family that works there and hire some real employees.  (keep woody though, he is good)

ok, i have rejoiced and vented, so i better sign off and get busy. 

for those who follow my poetry, i have written 23 new poems in my offline home pc journal.  i hope that soon i will be  able to transfer them to a floppy and bring them here and put them out for you to read.  some are sorta cheesy, and some are rather dripping with love and a couple are just cute.  but you, the readers, are the ones that decide if they are good or not.  i hope to have enough to publish a single book of my poetry soon.  i have about 20 poems published, but no two are in the same book.  so keep your eyes open and maybe i will correct that little problem.

wishing all a wonderful week...................

ALL TIME LOW

I have reached an all time low..............I am becoming a pinball wizardress..........

Each night before going to bed, I sit before my home computer (which, by the way, isn't hooked up to the Internet) and play at least four games of Solitaire, and at least that many or more of Pinball.  I get so angry when there is nothing I can do about losing my ball............I have completely gone over to the other side.........meaning, I have fallen into the world of pinball wizardry.  I even tilt..........though I get notices telling me to be careful........

This is the very reason I never progressed from the original Atari 2600 to the more up to date X-box, etc.  I wore out four Frogger cartridges and 4 sets of joysticks on my Atari 2600.  When the Atari 5200 came out, I wanted one.  I owned a consignment shop at the time and someone brought one in to sell, and I took it home for a week and sat up till my eyes were totally bloodshot, playing Frogger.........

I have an addictive behavior.  That is why I cannot indulge in such things as video games.  It would never do for me to move to Las Vegas (sorry Michael) for I would spend all my time in the casinos.  My favorite saying is:  just one more time.........hahahahahahahahaha..........isn't that like trying to eat one Lay's potato chip or one Cheetoh????

So, J-land, you now know one of my severe handicaps.........compulsive addiction to any one thing...........it could be video games, crocheting, cross-stitching, jewelry making, card making...........doesn't matter, I become completely addicted.  Someone help me...............................................

Thursday, August 24, 2006

TONI TAGS

i would like to thank toni for the great tags..............you are super toni!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

VENTING, A NECESSITY OF LIFE

i would like to comment here on my entry about drama.  i guess i started up some new drama when i posted that entry.  people, when someone is unhappy with something i write, they often post it as a comment in that entry.  but others email me their comments.  this is what happened recently, and i guess i just snapped.  i enjoy journaling, and even though i haven't been online much via my journal, i have definitely kept up with my journaling daily with my offline journal on my home computer.  it has gotten me through many a day when all hope seemed gone.

i want to start anew here.  i want to say i am sorry to anyone i have hurt with my words here on the Internet, both past and present.  i am not a bad person, nor do i look for ways to get even with others..........vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.........and i am definitely not the Lord.

with recent health concerns coming to surface, i have been under a lot of stress.  i take things seriously that may not have even been meant that way.  and my way of thinking is off as well.  i have way too much time to think about things i guess. 

though i am taking measures to find out what my health problems are and correct them if possible, please bear with me for i am only human.  this time i am truly frightened.  and i may not be myself (or act like it anyway).

i have decided to begin writing in my journal again.  all are welcome to read, and even post comments, good or bad.  i just ask that if you have something truly mean or destructive to say, keep it to yourself.  meanness has no place in any open public forum.  i care about what people think about my writing, but it won't make me stop, for that is my one true love in life..........the written word.

i have written over 20 poems in my offline home journal, and as they are published, i will be sharing them with you, my readers.  i hope they bring you joy, tears, and all other emotions...........the human being is a mass of different emotions, and it is healthy to display all of them from time to time.  just do it in a good way, not a destructive one.

so, again, i am sorry to have hurt anyone at all in j-land, and hope that i can rebuild my readership and share my life with each and every one of you.

and...............that one special friend who is taking time off from our relationship.......i want you back too, as a friend.  i miss you already and it has only been a day. 

hopefully i will be able to get my home computer set up with phone hookup and i can begin writing from home, where you aren't censored quite as much.  not that i plan on putting nekid pics in here or anything................(LOL).

MAY EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU J-LANDERS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY AND KEEP ME IN YOUR THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS AS I ENDEAVER LIFE AND I SHALL DO THE SAME FOR YOU...............

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY J-LAND

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Monday, August 21, 2006

WAY TOOOO MUCH DRAMA

I WRITE IN JOURNALS BECAUSE IT IS THERAPEUTICAL.  AND IT HELPS ME TO SHARE WITH OTHERS.  THERE ARE SOME THINGS YOU DON'T SHARE, SO THAT IS WHY THERE ARE PRIVATE JOURNALS.

ONE THING I HAVE HAD QUITE A BIT OF ONLINE IS DRAMA.  IT IS RAMPANT.  AND I HAVE STEPPED BACK FROM ALL THE DRAMA, OR AT LEAST TRIED TO.  BUT SOMEHOW, IT KEEPS SEEPING BACK INTO MY LIFE. 

SHARING YOUR FEELINGS, DESIRES, WANTS, NEEDS, ETC. IS JOURNALING.  PLAYING GAMES AND MESSING WITH PEOPLE'S HEADS AND HEARTS IS DRAMA.

KEEP THE DRAMA IN YOUR OWN LITTLE WORLD PEOPLE.  THERE IS WAY TOO MUCH TO DEAL WITH DAY TO DAY WITHOUT HAVING TO CREATE DRAMA.

THIS ISN'T DIRECTED AT ANYONE IN PARTICULAR, SO WHOEVER THINKS IT IS, GET OFF YOUR HIGHHORSE.  IT IS JUST DIRECTED TO PEOPLE IN GENERAL WHO FEEL THEY CANNOT LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST WITHOUT THEIR BELOVED DRAMA.

TAKE IT FROM SOMEONE WHO KNOWS........LIFE CAN BE WAY TOO SHORT FOR SOME..........DON'T WASTE IT ON FLUFF...............

Saturday, August 19, 2006

TO LET ALL KNOW

i recently ceased writing in my journal online due to my not being able to get to the library as often.  i am experiencing some medical problems that may or may not be serious.  i have not gotten all my tests taken and the results back.  i will not go into it here until i have more concrete information. 

but due to the fact that one of my true friends was beside herself with worry and frustration at not hearing from me, i felt that just in case anyone else out there was concerned, i would let them know that, even though i am not well, i am not dead.  i am not going to spread doom and depression here in this forum.  i have an offline journal i write in at home, on my computer.  there is where all my heartfelt musings go. 

all i ask is that those of you who still care to read this journal from time to time and are praying individuals, please do just that...........PRAY for me.  i need all the prayers i can get at this point in my life.  i am resigned to take whatever God hands me, but being human, i still cry.

i hope j-land has a happy anniversary, and may we all share MANY MANY more.

REGINA

 

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