Remember in September ‚Äď Daily Post #9 for National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month

The more you know …

My Loud Whispers of Hope

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… of the Brawny Paper Towel Man aka B.

Okay, not really as B is missing the plaid shirt.  And he has a chainsaw not an Ax.

In case you ever wondered, strength has no gender and the Brawny Paper Towel man has been replaced by a woman.  How cool is that?

The tree was downed during the winds of Hurricane Harvey (that bastard!).  We are way inland and all we had was wind and rain.  Tree was about to fall anyway, limbs were broken and only needed a little nudge.

This is our neighbors’ tree but for some reason, B feels the need to take care of things. He claims the cleanup is his responsibility as said tree fell onto our side. ¬†Actually said tree fell onto his parent’s place. ¬†Regardless, he is taking care of business.

That’s just his way. He is a doer, I am a thinker. ¬†We are complements of each other (has a better connotation than opposites which despite the popular idiom should not attract unless you want to be stuck).

In French, por favor ;). ¬†“les contraires s’attirent”. ¬†I am still teaching myself French y’all. ¬†Polly View Fraun Say.

In case you thought it was a typo, I did not mean compliment either!

plural noun: complements
  1. a thing that completes or brings to perfection.

My what a big head you have little red J-Dub.

Okay, enough loitering. ¬†B has the outside again this weekend and me, well I have the inside. ¬†Right now I am doing everything I can to keep from cleaning house. ¬†Once I get going I know I can’t stop.

Currently I am a deer in the headlights over hand soap. ¬†Our bathroom is green and the hand soap on hand which is green also says KITCHEN. ¬†Inquiring minds what to know … do I go with yellow Sunshine that does not match our color scheme or do I put kitchen soap where it obviously does not belong just because it is green?

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Disclaimer, no need to send out the guys or gals with the straightjackets. ¬†I’m just joking. Sort of … kind of … maybe?

As always, more to come.



It’s No Secret

… that I wear my heart on my sleeve and I share many of the thoughts that routinely pop into my head. ¬†A way to relieve the anxiety I suppose. ¬†Earlier I was watching a recording of Lou Holtz delivering a commencement speech in which he said and I paraphrase:

Don’t tell people about your problems

90% of people really don’t care & 10% are glad you have them

What? ¬†Really? ¬†Probably so. ¬†Can you blame them? ¬†No really, can you? Not at all since we all have problems of our own. ¬†That’s life.

Frankie S aka Ole Blue Eyes is really lifting my spirits this fine Sunday morning. ¬†That’s life! and Fly me to the moon¬†(that I shared recently). ¬†Music has my number in the best way possible and this rocker chick is feeling mellow. ¬†I think he was sort of cheater, cheater pumpkin eater and maybe not the best guy in real life but who among us without sin …

We are humans.  Perfectly flawed.

Back to the quote, such a sad commentary leading me to believe maybe I am alone. Except I have B and the kids. ¬†I’m doing okay. ¬†More than okay. ¬†Finally.

The speech is about 7 minutes long and contains nuggets of gold and excellent advice but the above statement is the one that lingers.  Maybe I should dial things way back?  Maybe I should go back to that dark place where after powering through the workweek, I crawled into bed and stayed there until Sunday evening rolled around placing me in a panic?

I am not exactly gullible; in fact I’m usually very suspicious but for some reason I tend to believe the so-called experts rather easily. ¬†Lou Holtz was an excellent coach ergo he is an expert ergo I should believe everything he says as the gospel truth. ¬†But he is still just a man. ¬†I guess I will still tell people about my problems to amuse the 10%.

This week starts everything anew! ¬†Spring has sprung … no wait. ¬†Fall is almost upon us. But I can have feelings of anew in the Fall too. ¬†Last week is in my rearview mirror; it was very trying to put it mildly. ¬†I shared my problems and few dear souls helped me immensely. ¬†More than a few but here are three in no particular order I’d like to thank.

  1. Truly is my empath extraordinaire
  2. Joey – She knows stuff! You betcha and what she knows sure helped me
  3. Daina accompanied by Alan Watts and Buddha. A terrific trio that’s got it goin’ on.

You should check out these blogs.

As always, more to come.


Note To Self

Don’t make your bed, You won’t win the morning, Chaos will ensue

Oh who am I kidding? My bed has been made for hours. ūüėā 

Wishing you all a wonderful Sunday.