“Cardboard sign says yard sale, real estate sign says sold, family picnic table holds all that it can hold. On the grass and on the sidewalk, there must be half the town. Ain't it funny how a broken home can bring the prices down. They're sortin’ through what's left of you and me, paying yard sale prices for each golden memory.” Sammy Kershaw
Hearing this song made me thing of a yard sale I had MANY years ago after my divorce. Y’all know I do lots of things before I think, so this was no different. Remember the wedding pictures? No groom? The missing groom of course is going to be the blunt of this one too. So hold on, it’s gonna be an eight second ride or a 15 minute read.
You see, the groom was a cowboy which meant I had lots of Wrangler jeans, Roper boots in every color and a dad gum $500 Stetson hat that I wore to leave in after the wedding. Well from this previous sentence I don’t have to tell you all this stuff was put in the yard sale. Yep, that $500 Stetson hat SOLD…right there on the front lawn of my friend’s house $50 and all those boots…GONE! Just like that my entire married life…leaving in a bag.
While I’m standing there bagging up all those things from my closet, of course it brought back lots of memories, some good and some bad. The hardest thing was these people I didn’t even know was about to be wearing MY clothes and MY $300 Stetson hat that I loved. I wonder how many of these things I’ve passed on the street and didn’t even know they were mine from a previous life.
Writing this I’m trying to think if I have anything left that I didn’t put in that yard sale from this time in my life. I can only think of one think and that’s the dang wedding dress. Now why in the world would I keep it? For sure I’m never going to fit in it again, I don’t have a daughter that would ever wear it again, so why is it still hanging in my closet? To answer that question, I have no idea, other than I loved my dress. It was a most beautiful, off the shoulder, size 2 dress that I paid entirely too much for, but I loved it. Every now and then I get it out just to see if I can fit in it, but as we all know, it ain’t happening in this life time. I did use the train to make my daughter in law the veil for her wedding. I hesitated a few days since my marriage didn’t last, but thankfully it didn’t jinx her, they have been married 15 years this year. YEAH!!! The spell is broken. LOL
LESSON TODAY: If life hasn’t dealt you the best cards in the deck, don’t dwell on it, put the crap in a yard sale and sell it at yard sale prices. Life ain’t always fair, and things don’t work out the way we planned, but there’s no use to dwell on the past. Any way you’re not living there anymore so go ahead, bag it all up, let it go and start living in the present. After all, yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present. So go ahead and live it to the fullest.
I know he was made just for me, two hearts that fit perfectly, he gives me love-more than enough. But way before he came along there was somebody else making me strong. There is no doubt I'd be nothing without God and my girlfriends." Reba McEntire
This idea was given to me by one of my best friends this past weekend while at a Sweetheart Ball. I've posted before there are six of us ladies that have been best friends for 40 years. Three of us were at the ball this weekend and had the most wonderful time. While we were talking about this song, she said you know two things for sure we can count on is God and our girlfriends or "Birds" in our case. Keep in mind she's married and she can count on her husband but there's just a difference in counting on your husband and counting on your girlfriends.
In my mind, a husband makes a vow for better or worse, rich or poor, and whatever the rest is, but a girlfriend doesn't make any vows, doesn't put anything in writing or sign a license...we just are there for each other through thick and thin, better or worse but more importantly during the good and bad. We're always there making the other stronger, lifting each other up and over and over we're there for each other.
The six of us through our 40 years of friendship have been single, married, divorced, had children but together we're all standing strong through these sad and happy times. All of us haven't been divorced and all of us haven't had children, but for sure at one time or another we have been single and married. I may have been at more than one wedding for one of us, but who's counting. I've been to two of my own. LOL The most joyous occasions of course we've had fun and many laughs, but then there are the sad times when parents have been lost, and yes those were hard times, but the girlfriends were there first and the last to leave.
These ladies I talked about above are my BEST friends, but I have other partners in crime that I love as well. They are the Thelma to my Louise or the Louise to my Thelma whichever it may be, the cream to my coffee and the sugar in my sweet tea. LOL, that's a lotta craziness up in these friendships but I don't know any other way to describe these girlfriends of mine. We go to a lot of concerts, Nashville is a given every ear and there are lots of stuff in between. Most of these ladies are co-workers or former co-workers so needless to say there are lots of stories we can tell... good and bad. But as ya'll know, whatever happens wherever we are, stays where we are or was or will be.
The one thing all these girlfriends of mine and me have in common is that we all believe in God and we have him front and center in our lives. We may not always act like it and I'm sure God and our guardian angels shake their heads and wonder what the world were they thinking. But the one thing I know and all my girlfriends know , is there is no way any of us are or will ever be perfect, so that's why we're glad God is a forgiving God. Sometimes I wonder if I'm running out of forgiveness times because I'm every day having to ask for it. But from what I know, I don't think you run out of times because we all know God is always forgiving if we just ask. And trust me... I have asked plenty of times.
I do want to throw in one more thing since I'm talking about forgiveness. I try not to only ask or pray for things, I always, always thank him for answered prayers. Heck, there have been many times I've thanked him for unanswered prayers. Sometimes he may have to hit me in the head that I notice it's him, but sooner or later I will recognize that was a God wink or a knock, knock it's God and I will stop and thank him. Yes, I'm sure ya'll are thinking this lady for real has gone crazy, but when it comes to God and how I believe, there ain't nothing crazy about what I think and how I know he's answered more prayers and protected me more times than I can count on everyone's fingers and toes. Now ya'll figure that one out.
LESSON: Today is if you have girlfriends like I do, whether they be your BESTEST ones or your partner in crime ones, take time and enjoy your friendship. Give them a call, NOT A TEXT, spend a few minutes to just catch up. Heck if it's like me when I call one of mine, it will turn into an hour or at least many minutes. People don't take the time these days to enjoy life, so do that soon. Get your Thelma, Louise, partner in crime, best friends whatever you want to call them and have some fun. One more thing... don't forget to thank God every day for waking up and especially remember to thank him for those answered prayers and if you're like me, thank him for the unanswered ones. LOVE TO ALL... Sweet Southern Sass
SING IT NOW Cut by Cut | "God and My Girlfriends" - YouTube
OK y'all I don't have a song for this one right yet, but this idea came to me yesterday when I was on the radio with my favorite morning DJ Kathy. Almost together we said "love you long time." This just stuck in my head all day yesterday so here you go the reasons it stuck.
The first time I heard these words "love you long time" I had gone to a customer's house to get the paper work signed for him to get a mortgage for his house. I knew this guy a long time so I was comfortable meeting him at his shop right there at his house. Of course we talked about anything and everything except mortgages, but that's what I loved about my job at the time. I treated my customer's like family and wanted them to trust me that I was doing the right thing for them. After visiting for a while and getting the paper work signed I hugged him and started to leave. As I was leaving I heard him say something but didn't exactly know what it was. When I got in the car I thought to self, did he just say he loved me? I know, what's not to love, but did he say that for real?
Long story short on this, several years later, my friend was killed in an accident. I went to the funeral service and one of his good friends was a speaker. Of course he told many stories that made us laugh because that's what my friend was all about. But at the end he told the story that every time my friend left from visiting someone, he would say "love you long time." I almost fell off the pew. I said to self again...that's exactly what he said to me that day. Thinking back to that visit, I believe it was the last time I saw him, so hearing those words "love you long time" made that visit even more special. Special that he would say that to me as I left. So my friend....Love you long time.
Y'all may not can think of someone you've loved long time, but besides my family I have several. Three of my best guy friends I've known almost 40 years. Two of them I see regularly, one I haven't seen since he left Georgia about 30+ years ago, but we have stayed in touch by phone all these years. My four best friends, or the Birds as we like to call ourselves, I've known right at 40 years also. Then there are my two best friends from high school, well we're going on 50 years knowing each other. Crap, that makes them old. LOL With all this being said, I've loved long time lots of people that have been a very big part of my life for lots of years. Many years of special people that I will love long time.
LESSON TODAY: Who knows where I'm going with this one, but if you are lucky enough to have friends like I've mentioned and you've loved them long time, don't let that slip away. It's so easy to get busy with your own life and not make the time to keep your special friends long time. You may not be able to get together with them, but with all the modern technology we have today, surely there is some way to keep in touch. I got 'em all, tweeter (as I call it), instagram, facepage (as someone called it on TV today) and then there is the trusty phone and even better...go visit, even if it's just a few minutes.
I mentioned in the first paragraph I didn't have a song but I would find one. Well, as promised, here you go. This song, Love You 'Til I'm Gone , written by my friend Larry Scroggs, is perfect for this post because it says I'll do my best to love you 'til I'm gone. Well hell's bells, is that not the same as "love you long time?" Works for me so 'til next time...LOVE YOU LONG TIME!!!
"I'll quite smokin', I'll quit eatin,' I'm not jokin', I'll quit cursin', I'll quit drinkin', I'll be a better person, but tonight I'm thinkin'..." Kid Rock - Happy New Year
Well hell's bells that's a whole lotta quitin' going on in Kid Rock's song so I left it blank on what I'm thinkin' 'cause that's what I want y'all to think about.
I'm sure we all make those "New Year's Resolutions" but seriously how many do you keep? I'm reading over the ones Kid Rock wrote about and thankfully I don't have to worry about any of those except eatin'. Of course we all want to be a better person and I'm no different, but I may have to think on this one 'cause I think I'm pretty awesome as is.
I haven't really thought about any New Year's Resolutions for this coming year 2019 but the one thing I've said a million times since Thanksgiving is that I HAVE to get back to eating right. Lord have mercy I've eat enough to sink a battle ship if I jumped on board. So with that being said, come January 2, yes that's not a typo I'm not starting my "diet" until after the New Year Day because my mama will be cooking all the New Year stuff and I plan to eat as much as I can. Yep, we will have collards, black eye peas, cornbread, mashed potatoes and I'm sure more desserts than I need.
Writing this I'm thinking back on 2018 and for the most part it's been a good year. It's also had it's sad times as I've lost several class mates and family members that left us way too soon. Things are just that...things, and they can be replaced but friends and family is something that can't be replaced. Not only do I think about the ones I lost in 2018 but I think about the ones I've lost in previous years. I miss them all but every New Year I remember the last one I spent with my friend Andrew.
Many years since my divorce I spent New Year's Eve alone, but this particular year I asked my friend Andrew to go to a friends party with me. Keep in mind he could have spent his night with many other friends, but he chose me. You may ask why was this such a special person to spend it with, well hold on just a minute 'cause you know I'm about to tell you. LOL You see, Andrew had cancer and he knew this might be his last New Year's Eve, so that's why it was even more special. We had such a good time and he fit right in with all my friends that he didn't even know. Not knowing many of the people didn't bother him because he always knew the right thing to do and say. He was just that kind of person. One that could make you feel like a million bucks by just smiling. We laughed so hard at the crazy games we played, we ate 'til we couldn't eat any more and of course we welcomed in the New Year with a toast, a hug and knowing me I probably sneaked a kiss.
LESSON TODAY: As it turned out, that New Year with Andrew was his last one and probably the last one I didn't spend alone. That New Year's Eve will forever be etched in my mind and heart for more reasons than one, but most importantly because I got to spend it with with my special friend. I'm thinking as I'm writing exactly what my lesson for y'all will be, so let's just go with y'all taking a minute and remember your favorite New Year's Eve. Did you spend it with someone special? Was it family? friends? Just close your eyes and remember what made it so special. Whatever that reason is, I want you to take that into the new year 2019. Don't worry about making resolutions, that we probably won't keep past January, just go into the new year with a smile on your face and love in your heart. Make this new year 2019 your best at whatever you do 'cause I'm thinking if you go into the New Year with a smile on your face and love in your heart you will be a much better person for it.
"She's never pulled anybody from a burning building. She's never rocked central park to a half a million fans screaming out her name, she's never hit a shot to win the game. She's never left her footprints on the moon. She's never made a solo hot air balloon ride around the world, no, she's just your everyday average girl but she's somebody's hero." Jamie O'Neal
Lord have mercy that's a lot she's never done and this is so true for my sister Sharon, but it doesn't matter to me that she hasn't done these things...she's MY hero. Yep, you got that right, MY HERO.
I started this post a couple of weeks ago when my sister was sent to the ER and couldn't attend my niece's wedding in NC. She was diagnosed with a compression fracture a while back and now they got to figure out why. We were already on our way to the wedding when her daughter called us so it was a whole lot of crying. Then we had just gotten our hair all did and makeup on when my sister herself called us. Well, the flood gates opened again. You see us girls are really close and when somethings wrong with one, it takes us all to get the other better. Come on now, you know what I'm talking about. We have to be there for support and this day we weren't there, so it made it even harder.
This song was definitely written about my sister because every verse is about how this somebody's hero is taking care of others. That is so my sister. She has three children, two boys and one girl. When her daughter got married, there were more tears than Carter has little liver pills as my mama says. Not because my sister was sad but because her baby girl would be leaving and moving to Charlotte. It hurt to let her go, but when that baby girl walked down the aisle and looked back at my sister with that smile, my sister knew she was that baby girls hero. Now about seven years later, they are back in Georgia, thank goodness and my niece has two daughters who love their mimi very much.
Now about those two boys. Yes they both are married and the baby boy has two kids of his own, but he still likes to sit in his mama's lap, even at 20+ years old. I can promise you when she's fixed and he can sit in her lap again, it will be the first thing he does. The oldest son is married too. He may not sit in his mama's lap but he gets just as much love because he sings for his mama. She tells me she taught him everything he knows, but I really think his talent came from me. LOL They may be grown with their own family but they still need their mama and that makes her their hero too.
I'm sure if I asked either of my sister's kids they would tell me she's their hero just as much as she is mine. I'm sure that is true, but since this is my blog, I'm gonna make this hero all mine so I can tell you why. She calls me every morning on her way to work. Some mornings she's happy, laughing about any and everything. Some mornings she just needs to vent about whatever so if that be the case, she probably gonna be getting out of her car at work still on a roll. We laugh all the time it takes her 30 minutes to tell you bye and there are some mornings it takes at least 10 for sure.
Since this ER visit I hear the fear in her voice and I can tell she's doing all she can to hold it together. I wish she would just realize she doesn't have to hold it together for me. I mean I'm the big sister and that's what big sister's do. I want to be her rock when she feels she can't be strong any more, I want to be able to listen to her without giving any advise, I want to let her cry if she wants to and her feel that I'm doing my best to hold it together for her and not cry.
My sister may be the little sis to me, but with her struggles these past years dealing with the big C word and now just wondering if it's back again, she's more than a little sis. She's not "Somebody's Hero, she's mine.
LESSON TODAY: This was a long post but since I started writing this we got the news my sister's biopsy was negative for cancer so now we start the treatment process for the fracture. So my lesson today is that if you have a sister or family member that may be going through a rough time, be there for them. You may be miles apart but there are ways other than in person you can help. Pick up the phone, check on them and for the love of Peter, Paul and Mary visit if you can. Tell her you love her, tell her why sh'es special to you and if you're lucky enough to have a sister like mine that's your hero, you don't have to write about it like I have, just let her know. Tell her how much you love her and be there for her!!! Let her know she's your hero.
It's Thanksgiving y'all and as the saying goes...There is ALWAYS something to be thankful for. I know there are friends of mine this will be there first Thanksgiving without a loved one, so for those friends my prayer is you will still have time with family and to give thanks for those many Thanksgiving before spent with your loved one.
Thanksgiving for us will be at my Mama Highfield's, the same thing we have done as long as I can remember. Even though my Mama Highfield is celebrating Thanksgiving in heaven, I still say that's where my Thanksgiving is because Thanksgiving was her time of year for us all to be there. She told us many years ago if we can all come for Thanksgiving, we can come when we can for Christmas. So guess what, if Mama Highfield wants us there, then that's what we do.
This year we have been blessed that we didn't lose a loved one and for that I am very thankful. Last year we had just lost my Aunt Mary and it was a hard Thanksgiving for my Uncle Cecil, but he being the Christian man that he is, knew that being with family was what he needed. I really think he just wanted to see me because I'm always the prankster and he knew I would have something up my sleeve. I behaved myself last year but today I might have to come up with something just for him.
So many precious memories of Thanksgivings past but the thing I remember most is we always got out the old pictures, sat in the middle of the floor, and laughed so much as we passed those pictures around. Mama Highfield thought that was so funny and she loved seeing us having so much fun. Lord help me if I have to get in that floor today. It might take a few people to get me back up.
Today my sister Sharon and her family won't be there because she's got a crazy piece of body armour to wear until we find out the reason for a compression fracture. She spent the weekend in the hospital and now we're just waiting on her neurosurgeon to get home and give us a treatment plan. I offered to help her cook, but being the woman she is, she wouldn't let me. I'm sure she will be sad that's she's missing Thanksgiving with me, but I won't let her down, I will go see her, 'cause I know she will miss me if I don't.
Today we welcome a new member of our family as my niece Taylor got married last weekend. Even though Graham has been in the family ten years, he is officially part of this crazy family today. I wonder if I should get out the pictures of Taylor, so I don't break tradition. I'm thinking he's already seen them all, but I'm also thinking there is one somewhere he hasn't seen.
LESSON TODAY: This post has been about my Thanksgivings and my family but I hope all you sassy followers reading this today take the time to enjoy the day with your family. Put your cell phones away and REALLY spend time with them. If you're not getting together with your family, call them. If you're starting a new family, make it special. Find something that will be a family tradition for you and yours. Now, I gotta get a move on...my mama is cooking the turkey and making the dressing. Got to get to my Mama Highfield's early so I can be first in line. Yep, I'm always the first. Surely that doesn't surprise y'all.
So this idea got "stuck" in my head the other day but I couldn't get my thoughts together on how to not be a sad post. Then I posted a question on facebook and a friends answer to me was "I can't wait to read what you write about this one." BINGO, that started this little mind in motion. So hang on folks we gonna get a little stuck or hopefully unstuck.
The idea last week started because I'm just feeling stuck in life. Stuck that I'm not young and 25 but not old either, stuck that I'm a single, white female (as the song says) and no real hope of my cowboy riding to my rescue on a black stallion. Stuck in my head with wishing that I should have done this or done that, stuck in that I don't have all that others have . Stuck in my head that if I had only tried harder or made better choices my life would be different. I can answer my own question on that one, because y'all that have been following me know I've made plenty of wrong choices.
So how in the world do I get "unstuck." I've had plenty of professional training as I like to call it, but all that training in the world doesn't help if you don't practice what you learn. Sometimes it takes me a time or two to get my head wrapped around all this stuff stuck in this beautiful head of mine, and I usually can get it after at least the third try. But this time it's really stuck in there and it just keeps playing over and over in my head like a washing machine going round and round. So this is where the hard core professional training steps in.
I remember my trainer telling me about the three C's. Don't criticize, condemn or complain. Well hells bells, all three of those have taken over my brain like some virus or something. Those three little words (and I ain't talking about I Love YOU) are stuck up in this head like a bad dream. So now "what you gonna do when they come for you."
First off ain't nobody going any where and secondly I got this! I've just been on a little pity party but my feisty little self is leaving this party of one. Ya'll know I love social media and today I read a post that said "the comparison game is one you'll always lose. Celebrate who you are and what you have, rather than fixating on who you're not and what you lack. You are enough and you have plenty to offer but you'll never see it if you're busy looking at everyone else." (Ruth from twitter) BAM...how good is that. I think it was a God wink as I like to call it and he knew I needed that assurance today that I am good enough and unique and he's got me.
WOW this is getting way longer than I thought, but y'all know I have to add a little silly so here you go. The second part of the story about being stuck is doctor's giving you pills big as Texas when you have strep and can't even swallow water. Well you figured it out already, one got stuck in my throat this afternoon and I couldn't get it to go up or down. I ate everything in the house and I'm still not sure it's made it to my stomach yet.. I mean how could it, my throat is swollen almost shut. Oh well, if tomorrow never comes, at least I took my meds. Heck fire I hope my throat is better before I have to take the next horse pill or I may be calling 9-1-1 what's your emergency 'cause I can't breath, something's stuck.
LESSON TODAY: This one might be easier than some. Don't get stuck with bad thoughts in your head. Don't let what other's have or worry about what you don't have. Be thankful for what you do have.. I mean God probably has that cowboy on a dusty trail somewhere trying to get here or if I'm lucky he'll be a millionaire in a white limo instead. So with all that being said... I will end with Ruth from twitter's response to me "Sometimes you've got to have a little pity party before you can come through on the other side, stronger and ready to appreciate yourself for all the wonderful qualities you have." That, from a women I don't even know. So for me, I'm dusting myself off, putting on my favorite pair of boots and leaving this pity train. Now if something I've written hits home, leave the pity party. Might not be easy but you can do it.
"If you're going through hell, keep on going, don't slow down. If you're scared, don't show it, you might get out before the devil even knows it." Rodney Atkins
The idea for this post came to mind this morning as I was thinking about the conversation my Aunt and me had last night. We went shopping for outfits to wear to my nieces wedding next month and on the way there and back we talked a little about a lot. Sometimes you really don't need advise, just someone to listen and last night was one of those times for me. You see I've been a little bit down these past few weeks, not for any particular reason, just because. So this song came to mind and I thought...Self, you may be going through hell, but nothing compared to others, so pull yourself up by the boot strings and carry one. So I'm thinking if I start writing and pull tight enough on my boot strings I can get myself out of this crazy sadness and maybe even make myself giggle a little.
The song talks about stepping off the straight and narrow. Y'all that have been following me know I'm the queen of being way out of the straight and narrow. I'm not exactly sure what it means but for the sake of this post I'm thinking it means not behaving. LOL, I'm never behaving because I heard Jill Connor Browne of the Sweet Potato Queens say that "well behaved women never make history." I probably ain't gonna make history because I'm not behaving but just let me not behave and all of Hall County knows about it before my head hits the pillow. Yep, my daddy use to know what I had done and where I did it before I even got it done. Of course this was in my younger days, but I still don't know how he knew. Maybe one day I will ask, but then maybe I won't because he might know more than I want to know he knows. Y'all get that?
If you're scared don't show it. I've been scared so many times I can't even count that high. Not because of that road of straight and narrow as I said before but because I have lived by myself more than not. The funny thing is most of the times I just watched Criminal Minds or some detective show that scared the crap out of me to begin with, then when I went to bed I thought every "unsub" Detective Derrick Morgan ever arrested, was outside my window. Turns out the scratching on the window was the wind blowing the tree next to my house and what I thought was someone breaking in my house was the ice maker making ice. Yep, I could scare myself just getting out of bed, seeing my own shadow.
Lesson today? It won't take a rocket scientist to figure this one out. If you're going through hell, don't slow down and let the devil catch you. Don't get caught up in the bottle of Jim Beam, the demons breathing down your back or that deep hole of darkness. Just take a minute, sit down and listen to the guardian angel that's probably sitting right next to you. Heck she might be singing this little song telling you to keep on keeping on. If you scared listen to what's making you scared, it's probably the wind blowing or the ice maker and for the love of Peter, Paul and Mary pull your dang boot strings up with a smile on your face and a song in your heart.
Rodney Atkins - If You're Going Through Hell (Official) - YouTube
Listening to my favorite radio station here in Georgia today I heard the song Just A Swingin by John Anderson. As I listen to this song, it brought back a whole buncha memories from my childhood and one more recent than that. I have no idea where I'm going with this or what my lesson will be but might as well buckle up buttercup and find out.
Just a swingin' reminds me of growing up and visiting my grandmother. I can't say for sure, but I think every house they lived had a swing on the front porch. My Aunt and me loved to get in that swing and swing for hours, solving all the problems two little kids could have. We always tried to make our feet touch the ceiling of the porch. When my Mama Highfield would catch us doing it, she would come tell us we better stop that before that swing pulls out and we get hurt. Of course, being the good children that we were, we would "slow down" while she was standing there, but that lasted about as long as it took her to walk back in the house. Two little girls just a swingin' to high heaven.
That brings me to my porch swingin' as an adult. It was going to be a girls night out to see Merle Haggard in concert at the Lanierland County Music Park in Cumming, Ga. We were waiting on a couple of the other friends to meet up so me and another friend were swingin' in the front porch swing. I told friend # 2 what my Mama Highfield would say... we better stop swingin' so high, we gonna pull this thing right out of the ceiling. Just about the time these words came out of my mouth, that dadgum swing fell out of the ceiling, friend # 2 AND the swing came right down on my left foot. Needless to say, I couldn't hardly walk and they wanted me to go to the ER but heck no, I got to see Merle 'cause he's getting old. I convinced them I wasn't going to the ER, so off to the concert we go.
I made it through the concert and back to the scene of the crime. Keep in mind I'm in a lot of pain but I ain't going to no ER at 1:00 in the morning or so I thought. I finally dozed off to sleep and friend # 3, who's house I'm sleeping, big ole cat comes bouncing in on my bed right on top of my poor hurt foot. I screamed to the top of my lungs and friend # 3 came running. Poor cat landed somewhere in the next room I think. Needless to say I finally gave in and friend # 3 took me to the ER. The nurse kept moving my foot around and of course every time he did I would scream in pain. After what seemed like forever I guess he got tired of me complaining he was killing me, he said and I quote, "you sure are a whiner." Y'all that know me know that didn't go over very well. I came unglued and I politely told him the WHOLE story and how long it had been since that swing and friend # 2 fell on me. The ER did not diagnose a broke foot so Nurse hurt me all you can sent me home in a lace up shoe which was about as stable as a wobbly wheel with a missing spoke. So I hobbled around a day or two and finally went to an orthopedic doctor who confirmed my suspicion of a broke foot and put me in a boot for 8 week. Guess nurse Hurt me all you can wasn't as smart as he thought.
Lesson today? You may not have these crazy kinda memories of a front porch swing but if you are lucky enough to have a swing, call a friend, swing a spell, share some stories and have a glass of sweet tea 'cause ya'll know what they say here in the South. We don't hide crazy...we parade it around on the front porch and give it sweet tea. Now go ahead swing high to the heavens, laugh out loud and make some memories. Make my Mama Highfield proud with your feet touching the ceiling. But don't swing too long 'cause you know what might happen and I really don't want you to meet Nurse hurt me all you can. LOL
I'm struggling with this one but it's heavy on my heart. I think it's because I have lost three friends in two weeks. Two of them I went to school with and the other was a neighbor for many years. So where do I begin? I really don't know, so I'm hoping as I type, the right words will come to mind. You see it's hard to see these families in so much pain and there's nothing I can say or do that will ease that pain.
I know there aren't any answers, but that doesn't stop me from asking why. I understand that sickness can ravish a person's body and there aren't anything doctors can do. But I wonder what makes it that one person with the same disease can be healed and the other isn't. I know everything I've been taught is God has a plan. Again I just wonder what could the plan be that a person is taken from us here on earth. Surely there is more to be done here for a person my age. How does God determine who and when a person's time here is done. Again, let me stress to y'all reading this, I'm not questioning God's will, I know it's his time and I know there are reasons, it's just sometimes I don't understand.
I think about these three friends and I know they lived their lives their way and I don't see anything wrong with that because I'm the same way. There are certain things I want my way and I don't care what anyone thinks about it. This brings me to my friend Conley White, which is why I'm writing this. Conley was a singer/songwriter who lived his life "his way" and that's the way he wanted his last days..."his way."
Ya'll that have been following me for a while know I love the trusty Google. So I reached out to the Google to see what I can find about my friend Conley. I found so much more interesting stuff than I knew but one thing I found that ya'll might want to hear is this interview with KHLT Recovery Radio Station. During this interview Conley talks about his struggles with addiction, his recovery and how he tries to help others, especially what he calls a newcomer to recovery. He gives his CD's away at meetings to these newcomers and I quote "hoping to give them HOPE." He also talked about going to AA meetings and that every time he went to a meeting as soon as he walked in the room he would pray and again I quote "God if there is somebody in this room I can help and encourage please point them out to me. God is a gentleman, he's not going to show up where he's not wanted." He said more times than not, someone would come up to him after the meeting and ask him for help. This is powerful, I don't care who you are.
LESSON TODAY: Searching for the right words and low and behold they're right here in this interview. Monty Dale Meyer, the person interviewing Conley, last words on the interview are going to be my lesson today and I quote..."Do something now that will make the person you will be tomorrow proud to have been the person you are today." Now that's a lot to take in so if you're like me, you might have to read it more than once. I want to add to what Mr. Meyer said by saying myself...if you're struggling for whatever reason, don't be afraid to reach out to someone. If anything I've said in this post or anything you hear in Conley's interview makes you feel help is needed, then I pray Conley's prayer that if you need encouragement, don't be afraid to reach out to someone. That someone might just be a message from our friend, Conley White.
Interview with Conley White Recovery Recording Artist - YouTube