Sunday, November 30, 2014

An Action of Self Control

An Action of Self Control

It happens oftentimes we let our tongues get the best of us.  Especially when someone may say something that we think is derogatory and directed at us.  Without thinking we sometimes say something that we tend to regret later on after the fact.
It is these times when we loose our self composure.
It is like being burned sometimes when someone says something and we react in a negative way.   Without thinking we start using epithets to them instantaneously.  What that means to me is that technically we are not listening to the other person.  When the they direct insults towards us, we should stop and think before reacting.  Always ask yourself what are they trying to say, what is it that they are trying to get across to me.  How are they saying it.  Some people can say things that are down right ugly, but you can tell by their tone of voice that they are joking.  But other times it may come out angrily and directed right at us.  At these times we should look for the meaning behind the words not focus too much on the words.  Especially if they are saying you make me angry or something like that.  Fact is I cannot make anyone angry.  Only you can make yourself angry.  Look at their body language, are they visibly upset, crying, yelling, or are they acting confused?  There are reasons for all of us to loose our tempers and let our tongues get the better of us.  But usually when some one says you make me....... whatever, they are really saying I don't agree with you, or I don't want to hear what you are saying because I have already made up my mind how I feel about whatever.  So you should not take whatever they are saying to heart.  Use your mind, analyze the situation before reacting to someone.
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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Tinybobo

Tinybobo
It is going to be another one of those days that I get left at home all alone with nobody to entertain me except for a couple of cats.
There goes that gray cat out the door following my mom.  Let me see if I can catch up and follow mom out the door too.
Slam went sliding glass door.  Wow, glad I stopped when I did or all the stuffing would have been knocked out of me by that door.  It would of hurt no doubt.  
Well you know what that means Mom didn't let me out so she will not get back until almost dark. 
I don't know where she goes but when she gets in she reminds me of a zombie for about an hour or so everyday.  This happens almost everyday.
Mom gets up kicks me out of the bed hollering time to go outside.  But honest she does not even give me enough time to go pee.  She opens the door let's me out and then less than a minute she is at the door hollering for me to come in.
I know why she is that way, she don't like to run down the road in her housecoat screaming out Tinybobo get back to this house.  
When I do get away she chases me and finally she says sit, sit Tinybobo and I stop turn my head and look at her and I just plop right on my butt all the while looking up at her with my tail a wagging.
I love my mom but I get so tired of being cooped up in that house everyday.  I just have got to get away.  I don't know why mom don't understand that.  
I mean Pete the bulldog next door is outside all of the time.  Even though lord knows I don't envy him.  He can only go as far as his chain goes.  
But I still like to go see him.  Love to hear his stories about when he was nothing but a pup.  Pete came from a large family.
Pete lived with his brothers and sisters on a farm.  They all were a happy family.
They shared the great outdoors with goats,cows, chickens, roosters, bunnies and even with Louse the family hog. 
Anyhow, darn it but she shore didn't let me out the door now did she?  Hope she is happy where ever it is that she goes to everyday.  Sometimes I think mom don't love me.
Oh but there are days when I do feel loved and that is on the days that Cy comes to the house.  He talks to her but he holds me, feeds me, and sometime even though I hate it, he bathes me.
Cy stands about 6 feet 7 inches tall.  He looks like a giant to me.  When he holds me I feel superior to everyone else because I am so much bigger and taller than them. 
I just know that those cats are jealous.  Sometimes you can't tell though cause those cats are a bit queer if you ask me.  The old gray cat Skip is spoiled rotten mom lets him stay outside as much as he wants to.
I don't know why she does that cause poor old Skip always comes home all beat up wearing battle scars.  I mean to tell you those cats don't fool around when they fight.  They are out for blood.  
Here comes Miss Priss right now that is what I call her, her real name is Pookey but I think Miss. Priss sounds better even if it is being sarcastic on my part.  Miss Priss is the family calico cat, she is pampered even more than Skip.
She really don't priss around too much but she lays around like the Queen of Sheba.  She lays on the kitchen table most of the time or in a cardboard box when she can find one.
Liken I said it is going to be a long day hanging around here with Miss. Priss waiting on mom to come home.  Wish she would have left the television on so I could catch up on my favorite soap operas.
Think I will have a look around the house and make sure everything looks alright.  After securing the premises.  I have decided to go to mom's room and jump up on her bed and take a siesta myself. One thing mom don't mind is me a sleeping in her bed, so I guess mom does love me after all. 

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Monday, November 24, 2014

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Sunday, November 23, 2014

Heartbreaking Touch Down!

Heartbreaking Touch Down

Billy enjoyed all sports especially football.  Billy watched every type of game that he came across on the internet and on TV. 

Billy often dreamed of being on the field with the players as he watched the games.

This fantasy world of his, was a way of life for Billy.

Billy's life was very similar to most of the other boys that was his age, with one exception.  Billy had Muscular Dystrophy and he was unable to walk and run like other boys his age.

At age thirteen Billy was confined to a wheel chair.  He still attended school thanks to insurance,organizations that contributed to his financial needs and a school system that allowed him to continue to go.

Billy always had a smile on his face, and when anyone came near him he would get excited.  He talked endlessly about all of the sports games that he watched.  

Billy knew all of the players on all of the teams that he watched by name.

During this time that he has spent in his wheel chair Billy has found himself to be the proud owner of various Jerseys from the players of some of his most favorite teams.  

His collection includes books of the players cards, hats, baseballs, bats, and footballs.

One Sunday evening after everyone in the house had finished dinner, Billy was getting all excited about a football game that was coming on.  

As Billy turned on the TV to watch the game, his dad stuck his head in the door and exclaimed to Billy that the Cowboys were going to win!  Billy's laughter could be heard all down the hallway of the big old house.

Billy watched the game intensely.  The teams were neck in neck all throughout the game.  The cowboys would score and then the other team would score.  It just kept going back and forth like that for the entire game.

Finally in the last quarter with time ticking away faster and faster Dallas got the ball away from their opponent's team and run down the field and scored the final touchdown of the game.

Billy was ecstatic with the outcome of the game.  Monday morning rolled around and you guessed it before the teacher even had a chance to make it to the class room, Billy was already telling all of his classmates blow by blow exactly how the game with the Cowboys had went the day before.

It was exciting to all of the other children also.  They all often wondered how Billy felt about having to be in a wheel chair, they actually worried that it may depress him or make him feel resentful because they could walk and he couldn't.  

This preoccupation that Billy had with sports eased the children's fears somewhat.  And they didn't mind hearing about all of the games that Billy watched.

For some reason Mrs. Coffee was late to class that day.  But the children hadn't noticed because they were mesmerized by the story that Billy was telling about the Cowboy game.

Finally Mrs. Coffee showed up for class but she wasn't alone.  There was a man out in the hallway that the children could hear him talking with Mrs. Coffee but they could not see him.

After talking with the gentleman for a moment she turned and faced the classroom.  As she was coming through the doorway she said to the class.  Class I want you all to welcome a fan of Billy's that he did not know that he had.  At that moment the man walked into the room coming along behind Mrs. Coffee.

Just the smile on Billy's face and the looks on all of the children's faces was enough to make  the quarterback  for the Cowboys smile back.

He came in the classroom and said Billy I have heard a lot about you around the club house and it is my privilege and honor to give you this winning football from yesterday's game.   It has been autographed by all of the players on the team.

Billy was speechless not knowing what to say finally he managed to get out one word. Me?  You heard about me? How? Why?

Well Billy it is not everyday that sports players have fans that are as serious as you are.  All of the people that you sent to the games to help you with your collections really love and care for you.  

They have told the players over and over about what a special little boy that you are with your dedication for sports.  They also believe that you are fearless for being able to come to school and still learn with all of your friends when you could have just home schooled.

Mrs. Coffee the man said I must be going, I just want to thank you for letting me drop by today.  As the man made his way out of the school door, everyone in the classroom heard the statement that Mrs. Coffee said as she shook her head.  Unbelievable she said, just unbelievable!   

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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Journey

Journey
      Journey is about life.  Once upon a time there was a little 

boy who had a social page on the internet in which he shared 

his thoughts.  

There were all sorts of wonderful people to socialize with on 

the internet.    
     
Only thing is on this particular day the little boy arose 

and was supposed to be getting ready for school.  But instead 

he turned on the computer and went to his social site.

      All he could think of was how much he dreaded going to 

school.  So naturally he posted that on his social site.  

Unbeknownst to him a lady who was up for the day enjoying 

her first cup of coffee and smoking her first cigarette of the 

day just happened to be reading posts on her social site. 
      
 She smiled when she came crossed his post.  She

hurriedly put out her cigarette and began to post back to the 

boy.  
      Tis been a long time since I went to school and I do not 

rightly know now whether I ever dreaded it, going to school 

that is, I can't recollect at this moment.  
        
Only thing I do know is that my old feet get to hurting from 

having to walk to the bus station every morning to catch that 

old city bus.
       

Now if that don't make it bad enough, lord have mercy on 

me for saying so, but I am a door greeter at a large

department store.  It is not that I am not thankful to God that 

I have a  decent job.  It is just that my dog feet sure are sore 

by the end of the day.
                
Yep seems to me like if-n-I was you, might just think about 

me when you do finally make ups your mind to head out that 

door and get to school.  If I could do it all over again 

I would not be in the shape that I am in now, if I would have 

stayed in school.  You do not want to miss out on getting 

your education.  Finish school and become a millionaire and

drive one of those fancy cars that all those doctors drive.
       
          You don't want to end up like me worrying about ifn 

I'm going to get enough for my family to eat or not every 

week.   Plus my sore old dog feet just about feel like they are 

about to fall off at the end of everyday.
          
So you get up, get dressed and go outside and catch that thar 

big yellow school bus, number six and think of me dragging 

my sore dog feet up the city bus steps to ride it to work.  

Hope your journey in life don't turn out like mine.  So take it 

from me you only live

one time so you make the best of it. 

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